I was born in a swamp and crawled out of that primordial slime into the vastness of nothingness and wrote poetry. I've had more than one hundred of my poems and stories published. I'm a member of the National Writer's Union, The Academy of American Poets and a bunch of other organizations which make me sound pretty important. I'm not, but it sure looks purty, don't it?
I support myself doing freelance writing jobs like writing articles and web content for various companies that I'm legally not allowed to name. It's a living doing what I love to do, which is write, so even if I end up writing about things I don't necessarily care about, I'm still writing and that is an obvious plus. Besides some of my clients pay me with things like Chanel perfume, Feragamo shoes, jewelry, furs and of course money.
My latest writing credits as of now include:
"Budzsushammer," "Alors et Toi!," UCLA's "American Indian Cultural and Resource Journal," " Thorny Locust," "Red River Review, "Red Pulp Underground," and a bunch of others I can't remember at the moment. I'm also a 2009 nominee for a Pushcart Prize.
For those who are interested in readingeither Crawling Out of Babylon or The Call which are located on an invitation only blogs, please contact me to gain access.
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