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 --
