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MySpace BackgroundsI am a 25 year old male poet who writes under pseudonym (I specialise in caseworking for vulnerable populations and so write under a pen name) and lives in Dorset. I graduated with a 2.i in Biomedical Science, but had written poetry in the small hours to stem my boredom. My initial plan was to become a doctor, but an interest in humanitarian affairs and human rights made me think about working with vulnerable populations. I have previously gained three years experience as a caseworker working with the physical and learning disabled, but I am thinking of becoming a social worker (child protection). I am currently working in Southfields Forensic Mental Health unit in the South of England. I will gain about 1 and a half years of forensic experience before embarking on a Masters in Social Work (Qualifying Award).Although I have written poetry since I was eleven it was only in the last 2 years that I have released pieces to the public. I have won the 'Writer's Choice' award for poetry in April 2007 and have been published in the awards anthology of the EditRed Writing Community (http://www.editred.com/RoadPoet). Also I am a featured writer in July/August issue of 63 Channels magazine. So all is good!If you want to know more about my writing then drop me an email.

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I would like to meet people who are artists of any sort who like to restablish their relationship to the images found in their culture.Also anyone involved in human rights activism either as a advocate, aidworker or lawyer I would love to get in touch with you.Besides that, I keep my writing/work and personal life seperate (yeah I know its pedantic) and so will not add random people to my writing profile.

My Blog

Short Fiction: Burining Bridges: Life and Death in Kosova (Kosova)

Burning Bridges: Life and Death in Kosova (Kosovo). March 1998: Ahhhhh! If only could still reminisce about the beauty of the land that is Kosovo. Look towards the East, for I will guide you to pl...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:35:00 GMT

The Coffee Fix On a Monday Sunrise

Hearing those names for the elixir of consciousness: Cappuccino, Skinny Latte, Mocha, Frappacino. Italian eccentricities that roll off my tongue as the caffeine is pummelled to slimy pulp drip. drip....
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:26:00 GMT

Boredom: A Poem

Boredom: A Poem When boredom has free reign, can it be thrown into a room and the door locked? If I were to describe it to you by making this line lengthy beyond your breath and to write with no en...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:23:00 GMT

Poem: Messed Up Dreams

Messed Up Dreams!!! Wondering why you drift wearily through the metaphorical riddles of your lonesome dreams getting shot to shit, but lingering there as if a bullet kisses life into soft carpe...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:19:00 GMT

Poem: As the Air Left Him for the Night.

As the Air Left Me for the Night. From the moment I was born, I wondered why mum used to hand me air as a lollipop when I was a wee baby. How every day as I dashed to school it would play kisschase...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:17:00 GMT

terra di sienna

Terra di Sienna: The Land of the Ochred Earth (Near Piacenza). The land of ochre sands, flying through the Florentine air, piercing the whites of my eyes, as they reflect hues of the sun. As I plac...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 17:37:00 GMT