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.
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Another great thought. Not to solve or to explain, but to deepen.
Thanks for the look.
This picture really messed with my eyes for some reason, but I couldn't take my eyes away!
Bacon will do that to you. Thanks for the visit, Erika.
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