My name is Dean and I am twenty nine.
I’m just trying to find my way through this life. Poetry is everything. It’s the language of God.
Sometimes I feel I was born in the wrong age. Often times I find myself loathing the times I’m living in. Rivers, and mountains, and wilderness are dear to me because they seem to be some of the only places I can hear myself think.
I’m a hopeless romantic, obsessed with history and wandering the world. China holds a special place in my heart, and I wish I could tell you why; although, poetry undoubtedly is a big part of the reason.
My favorite writers are Yu XuanJi, Du Fu, G.K. Chesterton, C.S. Lewis, Jack Kerouac, Pablo Neruda, Kenneth Rexroth, Mary Oliver, Jack London, King David, King Solomon, and weirdly enough Charles Bukowski.