Las Vegas, NVUSA
Hometown: Las Vegas
January 12, 2009
I have a computer full of poetry, short stories, a novel, over 600 essays (as Ardriana Cahill) on neo-pagan philosophy. It's time to organize and publish.
I'm not sane unless I write every day. "Every day I write the best I can. And some days, if I'm lucky, I write better than I can." - E. Hemmingway
In one way or another I've been making a living as a writer for the past 30 years.
Confessor: My excesses bothered you, or so you said, ~ And yet they held you fast to me. You swore. ~ I was your very best and secret friend. ~ I worshipped you a decade’s length or more. ~~~ To guard the hidden treasure that we forged, ~ we oathed a silent, secret loyalty. ~ To be, as long as treasure lasts, to each ~ the ever best that we knew how to be. ~~~ In time, you pitched me to your angry God. ~ My love - to bait a moot salvation test ~ You hocked our friendship for the merest loan ~ of one week’s washing in your Sunday best. ~~~ And fool – with just the next forbidden kiss, ~ The effort - all a bitter irony ~ The kiss undid for you the whole event ~ That sadly could not be undone for me. ~~~ To fix me and our love as an offense ~ And spend those words to gain your piety ~ As if each word had cost you nothing. Yet - “Bless me Father”…and a kiss…has cost you me.
I discovered that I was a poet when my English professor found found 72 poems hidden within a 3-year journal. Former journalist, writes dark fiction, pagan philosophy, social commentary. Former owner: Statement Art Gallery in the Arts Factory.