Welcome. I am a 50-something year old poet and artist who has spent his life ignoring the poems and art. Instead I have worked in retail, which I love, and now manage a store full of wonderful people in a quiet northern town by the coast, where all the customers are the nicest people you ever met (shoutout to Ferndale).
Today I have returned to another love, designing websites and filling them with my ramblings. I write under several names depending on the type of writing, but here where there is poetry I am Matthew Ian. I have–like so many of us–had some mental issues and some pretty bad experiences, and I find that after half a century I am even further than ever from knowing myself.
I say I am fragmented. You can find the many parts of me on my websites. Whether it is my darkest times in Rage or my gentler and more thoughtful poetry in Seasons of the Mind, my harder hitting commentary on Mindless Blather or Brainfood, or my sites where I highlight other things I find, you will see all that I am.
I hope you can enjoy some of this site, if you’ve found it. Or some of my other sites; they are all listed below. I write only for myself though, so I will be happy either way.
This is a site of Fragments. What you find here will be somewhat random. Enjoy.
These, by the way, are sketches made for me by AI from a picture that did not quite look like this. I do not exactly look like the sketches, though it’s close.
