Crafted and trained in South Florida, Alexzander grew up in sunshine, nice weather, and bad schools. Son of a professional kickboxer and a church choir director, Alexzander had a happy eclectic childhood. A student and lover of music, art, and all things martial, he is a military veteran and an avid anime, comic book, movie, TV, and video game nerd. He received his degree in Film & Video Production, as well as Communications in Frederick, Maryland, where he lives with his wife and three children.
Interview with Author Alexzander Christion
Crafted and trained in South Florida, Alexzander grew up in sunshine, nice weather, and bad schools. Son of a professional kickboxer and a church choir director, Alexzander had a happy eclectic childhood. A student and lover of music, art, and all things martial, he is a military veteran and an avid anime, comic book, movie, TV, and video game nerd. He received his degree in Film & Video Production, as well as Communications in Frederick, Maryland, where he lives with his wife and three children.
The Moon
Sometimes I want to feel I’m free,
So I swim out into the sea
And search for somewhere I can be
That doesn’t feel so hard to me.
I sway within the current then
Swim back along the sand and when
I look up at the waves,
There is
A stream of color there.
I rise.
Who knows what that could be,
Some angel
Looking down at me,
A call
So old it wants to see
What creature
Hears
Its lonely plea.
I’m here
To listen to his tune
And finally,
I see the moon.
Such beauty
That it feels brand new.
I know
There’s something I can do.
This light is something I can see.
It somehow teaches me to breathe.
And up here close, the land is soft
And I can share my lonely thoughts.
High
Up in the sky
I see
These diamonds
Shining bright for me.
There’s air
And hope
And mystery,
A mist
So warm,
How can it be
That I would find
A creature who
Can speak to
My artistic mood,
And somehow
He
Turns on the moon.
I wish I could
Surround him soon,
But I sink through
The colors all,
Down where I
Don’t breathe
at all.
I long
To hear
His lonely call
And wish
I could