She lies alone in the dark, wrapped, shroud-like, in silken sheets,
Poems dripping from her fingers like the nectar of stolen honey.
She delicately licks the liquid adjectives from her fingertips,
Closes her eyes in contemplation, then dips her delicate hands once more
Into her pool of inspiration.
About Michael Butchin
I was born, according to the official records, in the Year of the Ram, under the Element of Fire, when Johnson ruled the land with a heavy heart; in the Cradle of Liberty, to a family of bohemians.
I studied Chinese language and literature at Rutgers University, New Brunswick. I spent some years in Taiwan teaching kindergarten during the day, and ESOL during the evenings. I currently work as a high school ESOL teacher, and am an unlikely martial artist.
I have spent much of my life amongst actors, singers, movie stars, beautiful cultists, Taoist immortals, renegade monks, and at least one martial arts tzaddik.
I currently reside in Beijing's Dongcheng district
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