Simon Walnut was born in captivity. At the whim of mad scientists, social engineers, and high school lunch-ladies working collaboratively, was raised on a Catholic diet of cherry pop-tarts, whiskey, and the vague but persistent threat of nuclear annihilation. Grew to be a man obsessed with Natalie Merchant and inexplicably hating the color yellow and personalized license plates. Currently resides in an abandoned coal mine in West Virginia where he studies the effects of the chord D minor on rates of moss growth.
Two Poems (p.) [Dear Mary, Battle Scars]