Ernest Hemmingway

I am not, but still I enjoy creativity, and writing was at one time a favorite way to express the things that are around me.

As with my art, I tend to latch onto themes and with some of my short fiction I loved the macabre, stealing inspiration from HP Lovecraft, or EPoe.

My stories always tried to enter the realm of how the ghost in the machine related to the physical world. In 'Avlancia Red' true love is never tempted with time, and physicality. In 'The Sestence' a morbid council is given to empower, but the costs are great, and the implications eternal.

My poetry is for lack of a better word, incomplete, and unfortunately expresses a personal expression. The greatest of poets are those that express universal truths, and evoke a personal experience in the reader.

I have left you here with only 1 as this site is under construction. A poem that I wrote daydreaming at my desk in Mrs. Wolfe's class one afternoon.

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A Wave

A wave so gentle

A sun so bright,

A tree for quivering,

and a moon for night,

A cricket for chirping,

And a butterfly so light,

You feel like a King,

On a hot summer's night.

 

Derek

 

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