"For delightful sacrilege. For mocking friendly warnings.
For inhaling all the ash."
-M. from "Graveside Cake"
Primarily poet and intermittent essayist, my work has appeared in Word Riot, Versus, and Brew City Magazine, among others. In 2002, I was awarded the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
As an albino, I make up for my congenital lack of pigment by possessing an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirean delights me so. My gods are weird, I once received $350 for writing a smartassed essay on "why the wise use of water is important in my daily life," and I'm pretty sure I got into college via excellent recommendation and 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, working many odd--and I mean odd--jobs to support my habit: Commercial writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, telephone psychic, and presently, a professional yet irredeemable criticizer of young writers' earnest work.
-M.
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