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Genuine storytelling provides us human beings with an enigmatic truth, which can only come through the fusion of powerful language and unique dramatic structure. Whether performed, sung, depicted spoken or written, through it we see life as magical, as spiritual, as avant-garde, as surreal. The stories hold the conflicts before our eyes giving us the ability to feel and know the minute fluctuations between pain and joy, love and hate, and hope and despair. In so doing, we are able to learn about our own lives and souls. We have the opportunity, through the story, to become better people.
All of our lives have great potential. Each of us faces a different challenge in reaching it. We spend our lives trying to understand or know it. I am still seeking mine. My trouble has always been with focus. Not with having it, but with maintaining it on one thing long enough to generate change. This has always been the case. It effected me in school, sports and relationships. In one moment I was brilliant, while in others, I was simply vacant. My mind roams from science, to English, to world events, to the books I was reading, to the books I needed to read, to new projects, to relationships and friends, or to the meaning of the universe. I struggled with religion and my southern upbringing. I fought my own best instincts and succumbed too easily to my stubborn selfish nature. Still today, I continue this interior battle with all its turmoil. It is the life I lead and share. It affects all I perceive, feel and know. Whether sorted or unsorted, real or fantasy, it is my life—my interior castle.
Since I could hold a pencil as a child in South Carolina, I have been an artist. My first poem, I wrote as a teenager. By college, where I studied dramatic arts primarily, I was writing more and considering publication. I began submitting poems and essays to several journals. Nothing came of it; in fact, my first publishing was quite by accident. After graduation, while living in Nevada, I attended—by happenstance—a panel discussion on alien channeling and abduction. Afterwards, I went home and wrote an article own what I had heard and how I felt about it. It was published in a regional magazine called “Spirit” (no longer in print). The day I read their acceptance letter, represents the moment I began to sense the true power of writing and what I could do with it.
Over the years since, I have written poems, novels, short stories, plays and essays. Until a few years ago, even with my early encouragement, I still allowed life, insecurity, and self-consciousness to hinder my progress. Even now, I still have difficulty showing my work. I could never embolden myself enough to truly unearth my voice as a writer. This burden had rendered me mute. The dichotomy of being fierce and free in one area, while shy and introspective in the other, proved so frustrating I gave up writing. About six or seven years ago, however, I reemerged from my sabbatical and decided to give it another try. I had good focus and determination this time, but something was still missing. A few years later I took another step, I resigned my position at an advertising company and began writing under the pen name of August Reed. Since doing so, I have unleashed a whole new perspective on what my writing life-voice-work can be. This new conduit into myself has given me the power to breakthrough my chakra blockers, pitfalls and inhibitions. In this new form, I have experienced freedom, bravery, and the confidence to be the authentic writer I yearn to be.
As for the rest of my life, I am a father to my seven year old daughter. I work as a Library Assistant in my local library. I seek balance through reading, traveling, charity work, exercise and contemplation. I am interested in all things concerning Life, History and the Universe. I studied Theatre, Philosophy and Art while in college. I am quite fond of horses, turtles, whales and gibbons and enamored with most kinds of birds. I enjoy tennis, cycling, kayaking and weightlifting. Some of my idiosyncrasies include owning a 400lb and a 500lb hand grip, studying monasticism; especially, the ancient mystics, and having an insatiable need to be near water, trees and to see the moon each night. This is, no doubt, connected to the "Cancer" in me (July 5 bday). I am most at peace on the water, in the river or at the ocean. So much so, I might not speak for hours or days in such an environment. In all other surroundings, I pace anxiously like a panther in a cage.
Thank you so much for visiting here. I hope you find something worthwhile to read or explore. My goal for this site is to write stories of life by sharing the art, reflections and musings of what I see and feel. Perhaps, through this endeavor, we both will glimpse a piece of our souls and what it means to live genuinely in the world.
May 28, 2012