I grew up in a town called Hayesville. I learned to write prose/pomes from what some might call a junk dealer named DeMarco.
I attended a local community college named after the local Indians now deceased, it sat alongside a river with very few fish in it.
I spent some time doing flashy criminal type activities before settling in as a song & dance man.
I hope these writings inspire/confuse/empower/legitimize you.
Much Love.