Is in the boring section where The bright kids go Bright and boring is the book They whisper over, holy thing Bright, boring, book bound Just like the angels they read about.
Not that I have a hangup about Angels. If only their books were Dark and dusty, we might know Each other better. But I Bet there are boring dark spots Too. I have to bet because who Would know? The spots are dark Dark as a yawn Dark as the inside of a Closed fist. Dark as a book Bound mind. Dark as a priest’s dark closet
Not that I have hangups about Priests either. Or hangups About what they hang up in Their dark, yawning closets
Skeletons on pink padded Hangers, white ribboned Rose and garlic sachets Tied around their necks?
I am an essayist and poet. My work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman, among others.. In 2002, I won the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once won $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors.
When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: PR writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, and telephone psychic, just to name a few.
I am also albino. That's why my psychic gifts are so strong. I traded in my pigment for magical foresight, because that's how it works. It gets all technical. Trust me. That's totally how it works.
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