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I'm only fluent in English, although I’ve spent most of my adult life in West Africa and the Middle East. I married at twenty-one when my wife was sixteen. We've had six sons and four daughters in our thirty-some years together. After being expelled from school at sixteen, I lasted three months in the Army. Then, I got my equivalency and graduated university at twenty-two. Some time later, I also dropped out of seminary after spending a few years studying archaic languages and Reformed theology.

I’ve always been self-employed, mostly working in war-torn deserts and jungles. Our family is in the midst of the Iraq war, where my oldest sons and I work as ‘carpetbaggers', a term coined after the US civil war from the carpet bags used by entrepreneurs as inexpensive luggage. It's a derogatory term, suggesting an exploiter who does not plan to stay and is used to describe outsiders attempting to gain political office or economic advantage, especially in areas (thematically or geographically) to which they previously had no connection. That just about sums up my work.

My Stories

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  • I have it from good sources, that the most skilled woodworkers in the world are ‘pattern makers’. Two of them have been close friends of m
    2400 words, 11 comments, December 1, 2008. In Change, Charismata, Hope, Technology
  • Unintentionally, I walked into a certain port city hotel in the Persian Gulf a few years ago. As I wandered to a table, the power of aggressive female sensuality bombarded me from every side while young women from all over th
    900 words, 4 comments, January 10, 2008. In Women
  • For the past 10 days it seems like all I'm doing is waiting. I've been stuck in this trailer in the middle of the desert ... waiting and waiting. I'm either waiting for customers to pay their bills so I can Western Union cash
    800 words, 1 comment, January 8, 2008. In Depression

My Poetry

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My other items

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  • A Peace in Baghdad at allpoetry
    Don’t cry for the ones who died.
    In five years, Baghdad has eight months of peace.
  • Procrustus at allpoetry
    Narcistic and neurotic,
    old Procrustus was psychotic;
  • The Between at allpoetry
    Shattered mirror spin your peace
    in silk that you concoct

Guest Book

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  • Kia Eglaci on March 2
    Thank you so much for reading. I always appreciate your comments; you seem to have learned a lot throughout your life, and I love hearing tid bits of that. I have never been married or in love for that matter, but this emotion fascinates me. I hope I am portraying the complications of love properly throughout my writings.

    Love,
    Kia

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