William Mann is from lovely stuck-in-1979 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He is a 48 year old Kinsey 6 who is working to write his memoirs, from a fractured childhood, to a disillusioned career in the arts, and finally from a lowly office schlepp, trying to recall what brought his life to where it is, and figure out where it’s going to finish.
You can view bits about me at www.usaor.net/users/harpo or by finding William Mann in Pittsburgh, PA on Facebook.
Poem by William Mann
I dreamed I fell asleep on a rose,
the most beautiful I had ever seen.
Its petals were soft and bright,
each more perfect than the next.
The stem was strong and supportive,
the roots held strong...