I still live and die a little each day in the same small town where I grew up. I work for the government but don’t like to talk about it. I like getting drunk and writing and sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference because both of them can be very intoxicating. I know there’s more I should tell you but I just don’t have the time.
Some recent poems have appeared in my dreams and in-Abbey, Barbaric Yawp, Free Verse, Indite Circle, Main Street Rag and Zygote In My Coffee.