Conner North, a Colorado Native, freelance writer, undergraduate English student, and sponge, has a tendency to find anything interesting, even subjects he’s not fond of like ultra-repetitive techno, golf, or horrific grammar in math problems. He’s passionate about words, language, grammar, expanding minds, and writing of all kinds, but prefers professional writing and poetry, and strives to challenge the physics of language. Other interests include environmental science, mythology, baseball, football, religion, music, education, history, ethics, food, geology, astronomy, movies, and what makes you tick. He was an addict, now he’s clean and roams free.
Contact or give him a shout out at: ERIPSNI
Conner may be found blogging here. More dog than cat, Marley was his Band-Aid, cold rag, and crutches, the king of the woods—fighting foxes, chasing blue jays, and having stare-offs with moose. Still, he comes to Conner in his dreams.