By B Fink
I am no Hemingway – standing at the typewriter writing the backbone vertebrae of novels transfused with the blood fire of drink.
I read “The Sun Also Rises” and thought: What the hell just happened? Where was this supposed to be going?
Brandon Fink spends time drinking tea, developing eccentric habits, listening to records, and, yes, occasionally writing. Two chapbooks of poetry are in progress: Absurd Aphorisms and Misadventures in Disco.