I just finished my Master's Degree at John Carroll University. I also work on film and writing as much as I can. I recently took a job in Barstow, California as a wildlife biologist. Wish me luck!
Here is my co-owned film company: www.wlfkproductions.com. I was also in the films "Garbagehead" and "Put Out the Light". I prefer to be a writer and thinker but am being talked into more and more acting.
My Master's is in biology, as was my undergraduate degree. I enjoy: learning, discussing, science, politics, literature, art, the humanities, food, working-out, and cinema.
Between Midnight and a Victim
by Kurt Broz (Me)
(end here)
-- in my hallow wooden mind.
Image one:
A vase without water
or summer daisies that wilt
dropping flower genitalia
onto busy dust mites.
Number sixteen will bite
into a fleshy bowl
contaminated with murk
-y bog soup.
Slitting the air like a
silly teenager disfiguring
an appendage.
Words abrupt and
contagious, I
scrape against historical accounts
here.
Thick to masticate,
Bit-O-Honey-esque.
No antithesis
or synthesis or
mortal woe. Casting
for tiny silver curves and
angles.
Hoorah. A tug at the
pole, a fat bluegill to
gut.
Fry.
Stray proteins cause
madness in bovine,
can't I lose a few on
milky surfaces
opaque to my illuminated chasm of
witless self-approval.
Forced
(deleted) drags upon the page,
losing
tension in the conduit.
Not what I envied or
saw in my occipital lobe.
He carved The Thinker out of it.
What use has it for this
so-called blue planet.
What need for groping eyes and
gazing hands that
bring it all around to the very
start.
Circular is the
(start here)
globe.
Prepubescent boys whine into
microphones and
girls scream and
wet.
A sparrow into a glass door.
Mate choice is reduced to
busses and some cannot help but wonder
if they'll start a new fire --
