This strange new religion | 9/10/2012
these i will bring you | 11/27/2011
Throw open the gates | 11/23/2011
The Innkeeper | 11/18/2011
Vivere | 7/28/2011
but hope never came | 7/25/2011
Thank You | 7/16/2011
Off Stage | 7/12/2011
The Windmills Go On Strike | 11/2/2010
of birth, death, and the great search in between | 8/27/2009
Thanks, Tito | 7/8/2009
The Stranger | 1/28/2009
The Stranger | 1/28/2009
My Boy | 10/3/2008
Last Night I Had a Dream | 8/30/2008
When We All Grew Up | 8/21/2008
Dayenu | 8/2/2008
Spring Comes Slowly to an Old Orchard | 4/22/2008
A Field of Memories | 4/17/2008
The Gardener's Confession | 3/29/2008
Homesick, Lovesick | 3/23/2008
Because I Was a Child | 3/19/2008
The Guardian | 3/11/2008
The Code | 12/31/2007
"Who?" Asks the Stars | 11/25/2007
Giving Thanks | 11/24/2007
Don't Cry | 11/20/2007
Independence Day | 11/10/2007
You Are The Eighteen Wheeler | 10/2/2007
Megas Alexandros | 10/1/2007
Red | 8/30/2007
A Microscopic Dance | 8/2/2007
Never Give Up | 7/31/2007
A Deadman's Plea | 7/24/2007
Smile, My Kinsmen | 6/18/2007
A Father's Day Surprise | 6/18/2007
The Cicadas Are Singing | 6/12/2007
A Cry Of The Potted Plant | 6/10/2007
Thank You Miss Jane | 6/10/2007
My Name Is Taylor | 6/10/2007

Age: 30

Favorite word(s): esperanza, cotelydon, Chatteu, corazon, amore, diggerydoo,

Status: Homeschool Graduate

Who am I?

My name is Taylor, though my family calls me Benjamin. I'm 21. I was homeschooled all the way, along with my three brothers and two sisters. Since I was young I grew up on a farm in rural east Texas, where I fell in love with nature, gardening, and plants. Began writing poetry in my junior year of high school and set out to mimic the pastoral poetry of Robert Frost, and then the socialist work of Carl Sandburg after moving to the city. I now don't read as much poetry, but when I do it's Pablo Neruda and just random stuff here and there.

My style is definitely in flux, though I always try to write poetry that opens other's eyes to a reality that is sometimes hard to see. I try to pull back the curtains and reveal a hidden truth that others look over. As such, my poetry can be intense at times, dark and depressing, or liberating as the moment demands. It has been deeply personal and cathartic in the past, but now is maturing I think into something that is more the result of my observations of the world, not my projections onto it.

By trade I am a professional server. I wait tables and also handle private caterings. I am going back to school as a freshman this fall to study soil science, which is my real love, and hope to work in organic agriculture once I finish my degree.

I enjoy reading about Latin American history, gardening, eating great food, hanging with my family and friends of all different backgrounds, and learning more about this gift of life that I've been given.

I hope that my writing blesses you and opens your eyes to this great, big, wonderful world that we live in and helps you appreciate it even more. Salut!


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