A late night writing dump of Poetry. Still prepping for the rapidly approaching reading, and working on various projects. Life is taller than the Berlin wall, and twice as thick. I need a pick-ax that prevents sleep. 6/10/2012


This Website has now been armed. 5/15/2012



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Facebook: Farmer John Zanath


My Name is "Farmer" John Zanath, and this is what my mind looks like.

Gritty Realism of Falling Cities and Cratered People.

This is a word landfill. A mass grave for sentences. A twilight dance between the grotesque and the gorgeous. There will be unsettling violence. There will be a skewed take on love. There will be horrible people, brilliant people, terrifying people, and the occasional begrudging hero.The pictures will be as pretty as the downtown stars reflecting off of shattered safety glass. This is your warning to look away.


Put that pen to paper and move it until the paper starts to smoke.


John Zanath


(Photo courtesy of Alexandra Downing)

It Takes a Monster is Picking up Speed.

It's been about two months since Monster has said a word, made a move, showed you his bare life. That's about to change.


The novel is going to resume being updated. I'm not going to be following the same rigid schedule, because, well, life tends to wreck any type of consistency. I am going to try and post things more regularly, especially with this new layout.


I apologize for my absence, and I'm going to attempt to make up for it, no matter how many bruises, hangovers, coughing fits, and bleeding fits, I have to suffer to keep this damn train rolling.




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