Chris Stafford

About Me

I live in own my world to the point of being anti-social.
I've written many things, but I take perverse pleasure
in scribbled poetry. I like challenging imagery,
word play, assonance and compicated rhyme schemes.
I don't care for rules, formatting, proper syntax, or meter.
But don't listen to me... I frequently switch styles.
I never edit; I will happily let others do it for me.
My goal is to have a closet full of words on scrap paper
that somebody else can deal with when I'm an old worn out drunk.
I'm also an unambitious-but-talented chef.
I have pretty blue eyes.

Why do you write?

I see something terrible, wonderful, or mundane.
It caroms around my shambolic brain like an angry little wasp.
I write about it in my battered notebook until it goes away,
thus preserving my mental health until the cycle begins again.
Creativity by necessity.

Any favorite authors? Books?

Haruki Murakami, Irvine Welsh, Charles Bukowski, Chuck Palahniuk,
Robertson Davies, Ernest Hemingway, Louise Gluck, Philip K. Dick,
David Brin, Octavia E. Butler, Kenziburo Oe, Henry Miller,
Kurt Vonnegut, H.G. Wells, S.M. Stirling, and more.

Ringolevio, Watership Down, Last Exit To Brooklyn,
The Walking Dead, The Dancing Wu Li Masters, and more.