Author has written 75 stories for Life, Nature, Love, General, Humor, General, School, Young Adult, Humor, Fantasy, War, Haiku, Essay, and Family.
Meet thewhimsicalbard. He is a musician, a writer, a joker, a thief. He's a maker of spoken metaphors; a man who speaks the delta blues, who loves the comics but skips the news. He's a bad boy in black when he sleeps, but too unsure of reality to let his dreams walk. He was once described as a flaming heterosexual. Sometimes Venus is his goddess, and sometimes his devil, but she's always his drug — a narcotic, a stimulant, a depressant — but don't worry; he's not addicted (yet). His right hand is sifting through the sand, but nobody knows if he's looking for answers or escape — not even him. You can find him underneath the willow tree, musing up names of artistic albums that don't exist yet. He's writing rock and roll anthems for no one, all day and every day. And the River, yeah you know she's sleeping as she walks off into the ocean. Don't you hear the man breathing into his imaginary saxophone? It's me, baby. It's me.
Status: got a real job
Notes on my work:
For those who care, there is one piece of my work ("Objects") which is updated via the document editor pretty regularly. Check it out if you haven't seen it in a few months.
I have five pieces of prose at the moment, one of which is terrible. All poetry has the label "poetry" in the subgenre. I thought I'd mention this if I ever decide to start publishing more short stories or something else similar.
If you read my piece "In the rings of the golden sun", you should take a look at the piece of artwork that inspired it.
This is the same guy whose artwork also graces my avatar. He's awesome, and if you think he's really good, look him up. He does designs for longboards and tattoos out in Boulder, Colorado. Send some business his way, if you're out there and you have a longboard or want some ink.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Notes on other authors:
This is bluewitness. I will let her writing speak for her.
I'm also going to plug one of my favorite poets on the site, my friend DeeFective. She's got a voice and a style all her own, and she's an excellent reviewer. If you want to get in to her writing, check out "Pepper" for starters.
Check out lookingwest, another good friend of mine. My favorite poem of hers is "Notes on Women, or What is Woman?" You should also take a look at her story "I Never Said I Was Brave". Both are excellent.
Sophiesix is a wonderful woman who has completed more novels and written better stories than most people will ever attempt in their lifetime. She has been published. My favorite is the as-of-yet-unfinished Nochnayia Lubov.
It is my pleasure to introduce to you the man with the most zealously active vocabulary on earth, and one of the most in-depth writers I've ever had the pleasure of meeting - my IRL friend Cillian Crowley (not his real name). He's very good. Honor his esteemed work with the heartwarming gift of a review. Bring a dictionary.
A delightful author who has recently added some stellar poetry to her repertoire: berley.
A poet for the strong-minded, the educated, and the complex: Faithless Juliet. In a quote: "Some people don’t like/understand long verses but I love it. A poem shouldn’t be under a hundred words unless it's haiku."
I firmly believe that this site thrives on the policy of leave a review, get a review.
If you came to my page because I reviewed you, then thank you!
Also, if you came to my page because I forgot to review you back, give a little PM nudge. I'll get right on it.
While in the past I have tried my very best to return each and every review (whether an effortless, one line blurb, or one that would make the queen of reviews herself jealous), I've had some experiences recently that have convinced me that I need to change my policy.
I will return any writer's first review, regardless of quality, but if a writer continues to leave poor quality reviews, I will NOT return the review. I will only return reviews that at least leave concrit, which would in turn imply moderate consideration and effort. You have been warned. I'm sorry to everyone who liked to leech off my old policy, but this will no longer be possible. Thank you.
Here's some peer pressure... Join The Review Game over on the boards. It is really a good idea, and to be totally honest, nothing helps your writing more than reading the work of your peers (fresh perspective and ideas), and then WRITING about it! Get your mojo working, and whatnot.
My nickname over there is Fitz, if any of you came here wondering.
PLEASE read the rules before you play. I promise it is a worthwhile investment of your time.
I also actively participate in The Globe. High school graduates and older only, please.
For newbies to reading poetry:
For a poem to come across correctly, you need to read it in a similarly correct fashion. Most proper poetry is meant to be read as a group of normal sentences, with normal grammar rules applying. When there is a break in the words, stop to take a small rhythm-breath. Your breaths should vary in length, from least to greatest, as follows here:
(new line) (comma , ) (semi-colon ; ) (colon : ) (period . ) (new stanza - )
Note: these are general guidelines only. Some other kinds of poetry (especially experimental or contemporary) are read differently.
This is the part where you all read the stuff I like:
Take a shower, shine your shoes.
-Dispatch, "The General"-
"Siddhartha was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most
-from Siddhartha, by Herman Hesse-
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
-Alexander Pope, excerpt from "Essays"-
"We Real Cool"
The Pool Players.
We real cool. We
lurk late. We
sing sin. We
jazz june. We
"Do not go gentle into that good night"
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
"The Old Astronomer to His Pupil"
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
"may i feel said he"
may i feel said he
(may i touch said he
(let's go said he
may i stay said he
may i move said he
but it's life said he
(tiptop said he