These are essentially the poems that were kicked out of the author’s previous book (Tales From The Otherground) for the heinous crime of rhyming. Together with a handful of recent poems written since Tales was published last year, they contribute to what basically stands as a companion piece to the former collection, having come from essentially the same 30-year period.
From Detroit to Long Beach CA to the Mojave Desert, the author has survived mostly by “not quitting his day job.” He has spent most of his years studying life as a biologist, contemplating death as a poet, and searching in vain for a third alternative. “Bless My Solstice” is his 1,187th poem…
The author, born Josef Nyx in a now-abandoned hospital in Detroit, has been a factory-worker, janitor, burger-slinger, gas station attendant, parcel sorter/truck loader, sewage treatment plant worker, wastewater analyst/lab tech, science advisor/museum exhibits co-designer, technical writer, public school teacher, and field biologist. He has written more than 1,100 poems and song lyrics. He has lived in southern California since his early twenties and currently resides in a small town in The Mojave Desert.