The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
I aspire to the scientific mind. But limitations compel me to live as a poem. Held apart. Married to the word. Divorced from the world. My perceptions snapshots of a darkened room. Images of obscurity. I long to live at the collision point of language and thought. Where meaning is codified. Where communion begins. If we truly understand a concept’s implications we can grasp the worlds potentials. Then we consciously enter into a dance with reality. Born in Norman OK in 1951, Jack has worked as a bus driver, bartender, warehouse lackey, freelance illustrator, laser animator, graphic designer, art director, and middle school art teacher. Presently, he is a potter and ceramic sculptor living in the North Georgia mountains with his wife and dog. He has had poems published in The RavensPerch and Rat's Ass Review. Comments are closed.
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