The tendency toward humor, deliberate, always ends in ego. Humor is a tactic, the flare of the pedestrian backed against a wall by sabres. All art, when tactile, is something that was already there anyway, buried in our minds, in our shaky hands and in the fires which we avoid, continually avoid, out of pity, out of madness, out of song.
Michael Beal is a BA in English holder from Indiana University, currently residing in his hometown of South Bend, Indiana. He works as a line cook, enjoying cooking in his spare time as well as working with kids and playing basketball. His poetry has been accepted for publication by Eber & Wein and the Tower Journal.