Writing bio -
I’ve been writing since, let me see, October-ish 2000 and that’s when
I met RGarfield (a good friend, and poet) as we both used to write at a
board that gave some useful, constructive critique.
Which initially were helpful, then I had the feeling that after such
detailed crits the poems weren’t exactly my voice anymore, they were
stripped-bare-to-the-wire frames of what they were to begin with. That
was an interesting process, although I was after something a little midway
to that harsh method, which I eventually found; a little time around those
boards was a good thing. It gave me a grounding into what people thought
of as being somewhat good pieces. The basic advice gained from that
particular time, I still refer to today in general.
Anyway, shortly afterwards, I decided to create a writing forum, which ran
for a couple of years, and then basically became dormant when I stopped
writing for a number of years. Life works in fallow patterns doesn’t
it sometimes, or maybe we just need interim periods of creativity and
‘breathers’ like mirroring the seasons to return fresh again (or truthfully,
I was just so fed up with running a forum that anything else seemed
appealing, and needed a break)
I think I stopped in late 2002, then decided to give it another go earlier
this year in 2008, so it was much more than a couple of years, more like six-ish,
when a few regulars from “All in a pen” decided that it’d be good to rekindle
the place a little. It had always been a good place to write, and get feedback
somewhere inbetween friendly and honest, with their encouragement
I hesitantly started to write again (for the heck of it)
Thanks for reading,
Matt
Here’s the unpretentious bit -

Final point, a collab with RGarfield
Bow…………………………..bow.
Serve!
Pa ta ping……………………plup pong.
Pa ta ping……………………plup pong.
Pu po ping…………………..plup pong.
Pow da ping…………………plup pong.
Pa ta ping…………………….plup pong.
Pu paw ping!!……………….plup, yawn, pong.
Power pu ping!!…………….plup, distant……………………………pong.
Spin di Ping………………….pong swerve.
Concealed ping……………..missed Pong.
Da da da da!!!……………….%$%#@!!!
Bow…………………………….bow.
The ball went back and forth,
sometimes long and slow
other times fast and furious,
but fury of the ball
paled against the face
of he who lost.



May 11, 2008 at 8:35 pm
I wish I could write poems. It’s definitely not one of my talents. I must be content with prose.
May 11, 2008 at 8:37 pm
I love prose, but I don’t think I could ever write a novel (I wish I could) I have to be content with crumby poetry.
December 7, 2008 at 11:22 pm
Good luck on your journey. To express oneself creatively through the written word, be it poetry or prose, is a wonderful gift.