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.
2 comments:
Ain't it the truth, Sam, ain't it the truth? Certainly my motto for 2008. Happy New Year!
Susan Elbe
Good to hear from you, Susan. Thanks for the visit.
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