Brad Rose was born and raised in southern California, and lives in Boston. He is a recipient of Camroc Press Review’s Editor’s Favorite Poetry
Award, a Pushcart nominee in fiction, and the 2014 winner of unFold Magazine’s “FIVE (5) Contest” for his found poem “Signs of Reincarnation at Le Parker Meridien Hotel, NY, NY.” Brad’s poetry and fiction have appeared in The Los Angeles Times, Posit, The Baltimore Review, San Pedro River Review, Off the Coast, Third Wednesday, Boston Literary Magazine, Right Hand Pointing, The Potomac, Santa Fe Literary Review, The Common Line Journal, The Molotov Cocktail, Sleetmagazine, Monkeybicycle, Camroc Press Review, MadHat Lit, Burning Word, Cease Cows, and other publications. His book of poetry and micro fiction, Pink X-Ray, is forthcoming from Big Table Publishing, summer 2015. Links to Brad’s poetry and fiction can be found at: bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com. His chapbook of miniature fiction, Coyotes Circle the Party Store, can be read at:
sites.google.com/site/bradroserhpchapbook. Audio recordings of a selection of Brad’s published poetry can be heard at: soundcloud.com/bradrose1.
I just got this antifreeze haircut. I’m ready for winter. Speaking of snakes, maybe my fingers are a little too close to the fan? Sometimes, I laugh so hard, I wake the dogs. Yesterday, I saw burning sharks, but Ray said they were set on fire for a worthy cause. Right then and there, I knew that’s what I was meant to do. Of course, I’ll need something that slices, dices, and juliennes. The future awaits, but it follows its own recipe. Because I’m related to the trees, I want to throw out my blood. My ex and I have not remained close. Comrade Stalin was right; long-distance space flight is not for everyone. Now that my clothes ache, I’m going back to the basics. Thank goodness, the appellate court said I’m not a threat to myself or to anyone I know. Hey, you look like nice people to me.