To gather what it is on which I base my writing would be something to the effect of the impossible. Not that it is terribly impossible to do so, I just don't think anyone can. I hope that doesn't sound egotistical, pig-headed, or just down right "tooting-my-own-horn"ish. To be quite honest, I range from depressing to rather off the wall bizzare and don't really quite understand myself when I try to think of a response to the simple question of, "Hey," despite the fact that it's not a question.

Take mould for example. No one really understands where my interest in mould comes from, not that I'm even all that interested in it. To be honest again, I quite dislike the stuff. My point is that there's no telling why I bothered to mention mould, as if it were an intrical part of our everyday societal workings. And even though it is, since it eventually grows on everything that was at one time alive, it is still something that we choose not to think about. Perhaps that's why I mentioned it, since I too am like that sometimes. Just think of me as mould!

No, wait, that's not good. Some might call that a bad impression. Okay, don't think of me as mould, but think of me as something like it in that I grow on things that could be said to have at one time been alive.

Dang, another bad impression. Well I seem to have not just dug myself into a rather deep hole, but I'm filling the dirt back in on myself. How about I try another way of putting all this:

I am insane.

How's that for summing it all up? I suppose by this point, provided you're still reading this or even that you can read this, you would have surmised that already, but in case you missed it, there you go.

Reading my work is a job for a gorilla with nothing better to do than scratch my back with an oak twig that it found on the ground under a maple tree while reading childrens stories to a gathering of emus on their way to Hollywood to star in a new movie called "Me and my Emu" starring a bunch of no-name actors from Tibet...but you can read them too if you want. That is to say that by reading them, you don't become said gorilla with all that other gobble-dee-gook, but you do see what I mean.

Maybe.

My more recent pieces of writing have been mainly poetry, all of which are depressing. But then, that's not terribly surprising; slap a goofy grin on a bucket of sadness, and you would have something that looks a little like me...only, without the bucket part...forget the bucket part! It's like the mould thing!

More about me? I'm 20 going on 21 and I sometimes attend classes for my second year at Trent University. If you don't know where that is it's in Peterborough, Ontario. That means, yes, I am Canadian. Born and raised. I used to like throwing cards into a recycling bin, and when I had my door open, people in the hallways give me funny looks...but not because of the cards and the recycling bin. That was back when I lived in residance, but now I live in downtown Peterborough, where the city slowly goes to sleep at about 9:30pm. You could almost hear it snore. I don't exactly know why, but it might have something to do with the mould...oh wait, crap! I didn't say that... anyway, I'm just kidding about the mould. People are strange that way.

I don't write FanFiction, which is ironic, considering the posting site, but that's only if you bother to pay attention to that (don't pay attention to that). The closest I come is writing based on a song, like a poem based on "Row-Row-Row Your Boat" which I FULLY intend to finish just as soon as I get the polar bears to stop eating the roof of my home...just a little bad humour, eh?

Anyway, I'm a very sad, pathetic, lonely man and I should probably be shot (a couple of times), but I make do with my time, mainly by writing, so whether it's amazingly well written or just a bunch of scribbled dribble that should have been burned a long time ago, I don't really care. However, everyone likes it when they're told that their writing has had an affect on someone's life, even if it is falsly given praise.

Now, back on the subject of mould, I think I need a new jell-o mould...in fact, I don't have one to begin with, so there must be something amiss there. Sometimes I like to mould gum into the shape of the top of my mouth by pressing it up with my tongue. It's quite thrilling when I'm bored... or, maybe not. My recent poetry has been somewhat plant oriented, so there's proabably going to be a whole slew of poems coming out of me that have a plant name: The Boysenberry Bush, The Blackthorn, The Creeping Ivy, The Venus Fly Trap, The Huckleberry Poison Escapade, etc. I don't know what caused this trend to appear in my writing, but it might have had something to do with raspberry, boysenberry bushes, and one hell of a tired mind on the bus coming home one night after spending just a little too much time talking about iambic pentameter. I swear, that meter is so old (ancient in its usage) that it MUST be growing mould by now.

On a lighter note, I think I've started sparatically changing from sane to insane at random points of time. It's loads of fun; I highly recomend it for parties. Did you know that I have a giraffe? It's not growing mould, but it sometimes like to eat it. Up a bit I suggested you think of me as a bucket. Well, not a bucket, but a bucket of sadness with a goofy grin slapped on the side. If you take that bucket and stick it on the head of a teddy-bear, you'd probably be closer to having something like me, metaphorically of course. My giraffe agrees.

Lastly, I'd like to quote Mork and Mindy by saying, "No matter how strange or bizarre you are, there'll always be someone who'll love you for it."

If you want to know which is my favorite piece below, it's my story "A Sparrow in the Lion's Den." I think it's one of my most powerfully vivid and disturbing stories. After that is "In Silence," "Sleepless With Some Cattle," "The Faint Murmer of a Beating Heart," "The Sound of Leaves Falling," "Carried in the Wind," and "The Rose Bush." If you read only one thing more of my writing, I suggest it be one of those.

So please enjoy my writing, drop me a line sometime if you wish, and be sure to check out left field, since that's where most of this stuff came from.