Tom Jeep Carlson delivers flowers, teaches composition at Metropolitan State University of Denver, holds a couple graduate degrees of debatable use-value, a BA from The Evergreen State College, and a pile of debt he will pay off when he’s rich. He has been published in Edge City (Noco Books), Common Place Poetics, peellit, Metapsychosis, digital vestiges (Black Sun Lit), and The Ballet Review. His poems attempt whale syntax, afterlife physics, hosting gods, the body’s mode of thought, and the poetics of poetry’s obsolescence.