Welcome to Me

A great beginning for a poem should not come when you are clinging with your fingertips and sides of your feet to a rock wall, forty feet above some more solid rock. No, that is definitely not not the time for insipational thoughts. Unfortunately, tho, my mind works on its own schedule, and tho' having a dandelion in your belt and a full moon 'round your heart is indeed beautiful, i wanted to live to be able to write about it. Fortunately, (for can I say otherwise?) i survived. And i wrote it. And no matter what others may say, i believe that it is beautiful. But then, i am biased. It is hard not to be predispositioned to your own work.

Writing is a difficult task... let no man tell you otherwise... and i have had my own personal helpers in my time. First and foremost thanks goes to Perry, Jon, Whitman and Josh, for helping me on the cliffs at Devil's Lake, and thereby saving me from breaking my damn neck.

More personal thanks goes to my parents, to whom i must attribute my love of reading to. To my brothers, just for being beautiful; to Jon, from whom i learned that if you reach for your dreams, they can't help but come true; to Andy- friendship should never be taken for granted, and i was a fool for doing so. And finally, thank you to this entire class... for being the harshest critics around, even if there are some things all ya'll still don't understand...

In my humble opinion, this is some of the best writing that i have ever scribbled, scrawled, and otherwise puked out.

I truly hope you enjoy it.