We can all be gods, or devils. We can shine like stars. We were never meant to stay human. We are just the chrysalis, from which something greater will emerge.
– Simon R. Green
You have reached the About page of Ward Clever.
The sound of one hand clapping is: *snap*
I’m broken and repaired and broken, repeatedly, but I’m a renewable resource.
Most people do one or two things, very well. I can’t do that. I’m too much of a writing wanderer for that. I get bored and impatient. On this blog, I write poetry and prose – but it’s not that simple. I write heartache and love, melancholy and magic, surrealism and silliness, romance and rage, and that’s the poetry. The prose is sometimes poetry in disguise, and sometimes a story of triumph, or of surreal sarcastic humor, of dystopia, or entertainment, or simply something unexpected.
Find your favorite tag, pull up a chair, and relax. You’re in for a ride. I’ve got an amusement park full of them.