My writing experience can be summed up fairly briefly. It all really began when I was about six years old. I would create children’s books for myself and draw pictures with Crayola markers. Shortly after that, when I was about seven or eight and my family purchased our first computer, we lack internet, so I would write what I guess you would call “fan fiction.” I watched television shows as a child and would place the characters in action sequences. I never actually watched Star Wars or any of the fantasy or science fiction shows that were popular. I was more of a Zorro fan and would write some relatively bloody sequences that made me look like Quentin Tarantino’s long-lost son.
As I got older and entered grade school I was less concerned with creative writing and more concerned with literature, music, and art. It never really occurred to me to write poetry. I always knew I enjoyed it, but I never tried it until tenth grade when I discovered the Beats. Of course, I didn’t care for it much, but I blame adolescent apathy for that.
Once I failed my entrance exams and auditions for the IUP music department, I began reading Sylvia Plath’s poetry. I was also having intense dreams at the time and trying to mimic her tone as best I could. It was also the first time in several years that I didn’t rhyme my poems. I was changing my style without having truly established one.
Eventually, right around the time I turned twenty-one, I began taking creative writing classes with Tony Farrington. He didn’t approve of the poems I wrote when I began college, but once he turned me away from bad writing habits, I felt like I was on my way. My most basic aesthetic principle as a writer is to make the language as crazy and imagistic as possible in order to make the mundane more interesting.

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