Introduction

Hi, I’m wormwood.

Author’s favorite glass

The clouds have parted.
Blinding at first, the glow is starting
to soak into these rigid bones
and draw me to the buzz of microphones.

I have a voice — I swear
it’s rising from the depths
of my own personal hell, beware:
I’m an introvert who’s been hurt, and
I have no idea what it’s gonna share.

A rich mine, bejeweled with a lifetime
of untapped, untainted, dark inner-world; hilarious
and about to be unfurled; my tongue
the red carpet (so to speak).
It will stumble and may sound meek
for now — be patient.
Soon…this weirdo will howl.

follow wormwood for periodic weird.