Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
6 comments:
Yay...you're back.
It's good to be back, Collin - though I hate every time I leave the Outer Banks.
Welcome home. The Outer Banks is one of my favorite places, too.
Thanks, Pamela.
omg. I can hear it.
Thanks Suzanne. I know what you mean.
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