Greetings! I began my writing career in 2015 following the death of my beloved mother. The lessons and world views she instilled during my life as I grew and developed maintain a strong thematic presence throughout much of what I write. Her emphasis on the importance of love, kindness, and concern for all is the primary influence behind my material focusing on occasionally uncomfortable topics like emotional vulnerability, abuse, and existentialism. It isn't all mopey, though - I do like to let the hair down and writing about the fun things in life. Like owning an adorable dog that has enormous, "I just saw a ghost" eyes, for instance. While I use this website predominantly for hosting poetry and/or thought pieces, my primary commercially-marketed project is a sci-fi/fantasy series of novels which I originally self-published. The first is titled Continuity and was published in 2016. A sequel, Continuity: Coalescence, was released two years later. I'm thankful to say both were recently picked up by a traditional publisher, Wild Ink Publishing that will be releasing one, consolidated version of both in December 2024. Announcements on this moving forward will also be posted here. As far as the rest, I'm an ex-Vanderbilt baseball player (c/o '09) with a degree in Economics & Corporate Strategy who is ironically trying to forging a career that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with either of those things. Before my scribbles began, I was an insurance agent for the better part of a decade. Other than that, I enjoy simple living along with my aforementioned co-author, Pip the Pekingese! Thank you for visiting the website. I hope you enjoy your stay, and I look forward to connecting with any and all. No matter who you are or what you believe, you are warmly welcome! M.E. Shao
I love the vowels for how they serve In bridging letters, creating words Insanity comes, ’cause if not for them Illegible messes that none comprehend Idle time attempting to read It’s pointless were it not for these Irked by consonants, throw in the towel If you want a word…just buy a vowel
Heavens hopeful, but all should know Hell awaits for heathens below Havoc, hatred, halls of stones Heated seats on hopeless thrones Helping mortals foster love Hoping for the gates above Hearts are kind for constant fear Horror and nightmare might be near
Goodness gracious, golly G! Gifted writers inspire me Gernsback, Goddard, de Graffigny Grouped in glory’s category Guiding words with paper and pen Grandeur achieved by all of them God bestowed them minds of gold Goals to emulate when I’m old
Finally a letter without a long E For those are easy to rhyme Frankly it’s fun to come up with a pun Fresh from out of the mind Forever I wonder, over and under From bottom to top, all the time For a bold new way to come out and say F this…but with … More An Ode to the Letter “F”
Ere I forget I said I’d commit Ever mindful I shall be, and Execute my promise to tag Edmondson, elegant as can be Eyes like skies, beauty refined Ergo there’s so much more to see Especially works of love and grace Even acts of charity
Dare I try letter four Daunting as it may be? Duly note this verse might prove as Drab and dull as me Don’t say there’s other letters of such Deep complexity Desire to speak in a past tense? Dread not! Just add a “D”
Can you guess what letters next Clocking in at number three? Careful how you use it now ‘Cause it confuses frequently Certain times it’s overlooked, like Chief – the “I” before the “E” Can’t use “I” that same way though when Coming after “C”
Behold! A letter that can be Better than numbers one and three Because it sits quite neighborly Between it’s buddies A & C Boldly standing faithfully Barely used the same you see Bugs will spell it differently But one less E and then it’s be
A picture says a thousand words At least that’s what they say Although they can’t describe a thing As well as the letter “A” “A” means that there’s others As if there’s two or three And if there was just only one “A” would become “the”
So I’ve decided to dip into poetry, since it’s such an appropriate outlet for expression. Not to mention some of the greatest writers ever were poets (hashtagrolemodels). Reflections It’s not a dying art Unless we let it be Why forget the ways of old Of paint and poetry Our friends can give us comfort When … More Poetry
How the World Should Work 