Aaron Polson

Aaron Polson lives in Lawrence, Kansas, with his wife, two sons and a tattooed rabbit. To pay the bills, Aaron attempts to teach high school students the difference between irony and coincidence. His stories have featured magic goldfish, monstrous beetles and a book of lullabies for baby vampires. The Saints Are Dead, a collection of weird fiction, dark magical realism and the kitchen sink, is due from Aqueous Press in 2011.

To the Poser Drug Poetry Boy in First Period

I wrote a poem about drugs today but it wasn’t as cool as your poem about cocaine or marijuana or any of the legal but prescription medications you steal from your parents’ medicine cabinet, grind up, and snort through a straw off the back of your binder before first period. No, my poem’s just about [...]