The Green Porch is a meeting place for those interested in the art of conversation, story, community and sustainability, as well as the home page of writer, gadabout, redneck granola David Mark Brown. The Green Porch is a place where rednecks wear green collars. (catchy ain’t it?)

As a little scamp

Raised in Central Texas, I learned to ride horses at a young age. Then learned to hate them after a disastrous attempt to impress a girlfriend. I was five.

I then wrote my first award-winning story in 4th Grade, titled “The human bean.” It wasn’t a play on words. My profound piece about the human condition blundered into a mutant story about a human/legume crossbreed. (Curse you, phonics! But hello, commercial fiction!)

All growed up

Falling in love with a chainsaw wielding mountain woman forced me to reconsider my chosen career path–Hemingway on a sailboat. Instead I illuminated the path of life to college students as a spiritual guide for over a dozen years while my wife (now a chainsaw wielding pharmacist) squirreled away enough acorns for me to embrace the sultry world of commercial fiction.

After legally snatching a little Vietnamese boy and creating another son via more natural means, our happy family settled in Idaho. I still rides horses, but only in black and never for fun.

Professionalityism

My first book, Tainted Love: God, Sex and Relationships for the Not-so-pure-at-heart (inspired by my soiled experiences) was published in 2002 by InterVarsity Press. After several years of retooling myself as a novelist (by drinking more and making less money), I reemerged in 2009 with my brain child: Reeferpunk. So far I’ve birthed two novels and seven short stories all focusing on this splendorific alt-history Texas.

Origins of the Redneckgranola

Raised on a Texas cattle ranch and schooled at the U of Montana (Berkeley of the Rockies), I am the world’s most self-proclaimed redneck granola, and one hell of a human bean. When not spinning genius into the aethernet I obsess over home wine making, earthen construction, social justice, ultimate Frisbee, fantasy football and industrial hemp.

If that mix don’t simultaneous make your blood boil and your fingertips come together while saying, “excellent,” then I just don’t know what kinda something you are. But you’re something, so welcome to the Green Porch. I’ll get some sweet tea for ya’.