Chad A Taylor

I am always facing "the wall" of my own human limitation and praying for the means to stretch; burst the seams and to somehow live outside of my own smalls limits of shapes, sounds and ideas.  Our lives are like a small space capsule orbiting often aimlessly around a distant planet called earth that appears just out of reach.  We often surrender to the enormity of it all and do nothing.  Not I. 

This is what Dylan Thomas must have meant when he penned this poem, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light!"

Don't let your world become a distant planet viewed through a glass screen; make it real, tangible and change something, anything.  The man with the sign "will work for food" is not a figment of your imagination, he is real, breathing, and worth saving.  Give it a try.  

Other genres interest me as well: short stories, poetry, science fiction, western, Native American history etc. This outlet may prove to be a platform for other writing interests outside of the realm of social reform and religion.