James Aaron Tecumseh Sinclair is a graduate of Bowling Green State University, earning his BFA in Creative Writing in 1995. He is a professional actor and screenwriter in the U.S. Midwest. His latest book, 'Dealer's Choice', is the author's favorite playlist of poetry written over a twenty year...
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James Aaron Tecumseh Sinclair is a graduate of Bowling Green State University, earning his BFA in Creative Writing in 1995. He is a professional actor and screenwriter in the U.S. Midwest. His latest book, 'Dealer's Choice', is the author's favorite playlist of poetry written over a twenty year career. He is currently working on his first novel, 'Dream Thirteen', and a found poetry project, 'Spamoetry'.Find him at:http://justjats.com----------------------------------------------From the About chapter in 'Simple Little Things':In ninth grade, he proclaimed to his English teacher he hated poetry. He thought it was senseless linguistic showing off. It was a dead art form whose boney fingers no longer grasped at the heart of modern man. It was haughty and arrogant and self-centered. It was the literature of choice for those who wanted to project the illusion of intellectualism without the effort of reading lengthy tomes. Well, to be honest, he said he hated poetry. That was about it. The rest he scarcely conjured through a haze of hormones and ignorance. By eleventh grade, after heartbreaks and co-dependency, he revisited his opinion, gaining respect for the art but retaining the loathing internally. By the time he left college, his heart was addicted. He graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing in 1995, when flannel was fashion. For several years he continued to write, though more and more sparingly. By the turn of the century, poetry and literature hibernated within him, pausing to awake in a new age. That age came in 2011, when a voice from the darkness pressed a challenge that broke the ice, starting a staggering, groggy journey deep into 2012. "Write a poem a day for a year. Publish them." He wanted to hesitate. He wanted to give excuses about time and motivation. He wanted to dismiss the voice as some chemical byproduct of popcorn and beer. But instead, aloud to no one, he accepted the challenge. He is who he was before the project, only more so. He is a new husband grateful to find his match, lucky to raise a young boy into manhood. He is the widower of two cats, the roommate of two more. He is the laid off white collar worker with the unexpected service industry job, slinging cards and dice to closed souls. He is an actor learning to trust. He is a writer learning to bleed. He is a storyteller accepting that sharing succeeds with emotional simplicity.
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