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My writing is rather auto-biographical, or at least based loosely on actual events. Write what you know, they say. They also say that the road to Hell is paved with adverbs, and unfortunately my prose is rife with them, a one-trick pony stuck in the informal first person with a penchant for poetic alliteration. Some have even accused me of writing the way I speak, but it's actually the other way around.

I've tried to be merciful and share only what I think are some of my most admirable attempts at telling an interesting story or evoking a mood, but this is just a tiny portion of my oeuvre. I've even shared a spoonful of poetry, which is embarassing enough, but since poetry especially is meant to be heard as much as read, I've also recorded myself reciting select works aloud the way I imagined them spoken.

Semi-Fiction

Deep Breathing, Beautiful Girls, and Other Delights
This was a gift for a local television celebrity that I had known from afar since my youth, and finally got the chance to work with years later. [700 words]
Ride With It
An early excercise in scripting dialog, set in one of my regular Richmond haunts, wherein I examine the perils of drinking something you didn't order. [2600 words]
Blissfully Brilliant Booming Groove
My most exhausting concert experience; an epic tale of vision quest involving the scaling of no small mountain and the inevitable end of adolescence. [1500 words]

Poetry

Spin Cycle
A bittersweet metered laundromat rhyme. [200 words]
Off The Record
Jazzy stream of spoken word soul searching. [178 words]
Swan Lake
My backstage ballad for a beautiful ballerina. [93 words]
Goin' Nowhere Fast
Early song lyrics, still awaiting their score. [145 words]