John
Richmond
art by paradoxius
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  John Richmond has "wandered" parts of North America for a good portion of his life. Along the way, he has not only seen a good number of things but he has also lived with- for varying lengths of time- an equally good number of people. For the most part, these people were females, but one male roommate does stand out above the rest. That was probably because the rural area in which they shared the run-down ante-bellum house was set in a violent countryside that, alas, necessitated sleeping with a loaded pistol.
  (Though there were no ?"women with guns," there was, however, one particularly irate father who- along with his wife- after downing a couple of bottles of bourbon- we're talking rural Georgia, here- decided to take the pistol that sat on the table between them and drive over and shoot "poor ole" John Richmond. Fortunately for John, the mother got to the gun first and shot her husband [she liked John].)
  More recently- and safely to say- John Richmond has sequestered himself in his basement office where he divides his time between writing and discussing the state of the world with his coonhound- and, yes, she is a female- Roma.
  Most recently, John Richmond has appeared in ken*again, Black & White, SNReview, The Round, The Potomac, Syndic Literary Journal, Ygdrasil (Canada), Slow Trains, Forge Journal, and is forthcoming in Embodied Effigies, Marco Polo Arts Magazine, Kerouac's Dog Magazine (U.K.), and Lalitamba.
jrichmondnyc@gmail.com
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