Our featured poet for this month is Quin, at Allpoetry we know Quin as WolfSpirit
Quin was born into an Air force family, stationed at the time of his birth in Wiltshire England. As a military “brat” (we love you Quin), he had the opportunity to experience life on a global stage, living in diverse areas of the U.S. and Europe until the age of 18. The majority of his life has been spent in southeast Virginia, although he currently lives in South Carolina
Our featured poet has an associate’s degree in art with a minor in psychology, and is currently retired, having worked in many trades throughout his life, including, cook, machinist, inventory specialist, and trucker. At the age of 15, Quin began writing poetry, corresponding with his first love in Germany. His father, who he describes as a great poet in his own right encouraged him to woo the young woman with poems.
Quin joined the Late Night Poets group in February 2018, and first started calling into the radio programs March 2018. He describes the LNP poets group as encouraging, friendly, very gifted and diverse. Receiving encouragement and gaining exposure to a broad spectrum of new ideas has been the greatest benefit of his membership here at LNP
Not currently published or seeking publication, Quin emphasizes that he “does not suffer rules, restrictions, grammar Nazis and form checkers easily”, and that “I write for myself.”
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from you again. you used to write insane poems about ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you knew famous artists and most of them were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right, go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous because we’ never met. we got close once in New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never touched. so you went with the famous and wrote about the famous, and, of course, what you found out is that the famous are worried about their fame – not the beautiful young girl in bed with them, who gives them that, and then awakens in the morning to write upper case poems about ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe it was the upper case. you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, ” her, print her, she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide 3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you I would probably have been unfair to you or you to me. it was best like this.
The subject of a non-poetry project he is currently working on is the putting of a friend’s poem to music and writing the melody for the lyrics. Something that few people know about Quin is that he is also a musician, having played in several bands and meeting many celebrities over his lifetime.
He says of himself, “I am a humble and simple-living man, I live for my wife and look at each day as an opportunity to love her better and make others happier. I am pagan, I believe in nature and the love of our planet.”
His favorite quote is “Wherever you go, there you are,”– Unknown.