I want to first welcome anyone who comes across my blog. Being on the tail-end of Generation X, I think I'm still considered a "young" person; however, I have allowed technology to get the best of me. Specifically, the concept of blogging. Sure, I have my BlackBerry and have had a Facebook account since my UConn days that I've kept up with, but blogging is still somewhat of a mystery. But with my job coming to an end later this year, many of the job postings that I have come across have "blogging" listed as a desired experience. And so here I am today . . . creating a blog account and making my first entry.

I titled this blog "Texas Poet of the Night" because it somewhat describes me. But the main reason I chose it is because it comes from one of my favorite books; "On the Road," written by Jack Kerouac. There's a moment when Sal and Dean are driving westward and drive through Houston in the middle of the night:

"In the empty Houston streets of four o'clock in the morning a motorcycle kid suddenly roared through, all bespangled and bedecked with glittering buttons, visor, slick black jacket, a Texas poet of the night, girl gripped on his back like a papoose, hair flying, onward-going, singing, "Houston, Austin, Fort Worth, Dallas--and sometimes Kansas City--and sometimes old Antone, ah-haaaaa!" (Kerouac, pg 159, Penguin Books, 1991)

I first read this book in my senior year of high school and it left a lasting impression. Though it may sound cheesy--I, that year, felt like I was the one riding the bike....that Kerouac was writing about me. "On the Road" was one of the main reasons I went to college in New York City . . . and it's simply one of those books that inspires me to write. Anyone who knows me knows that I love the northeast; D.C., NYC, New England....but no matter where we live (wife, kiddo, and me), I will always be the Texas Poet of the Night.

Although I just graduated with an M.A. in Literature and will now focus on getting published, this blog will be about more than just Literature and poems. It will be about life . . .which is what the literary arts are all about.