I bought this book from the author, Michael McNeilley, in May of 1999. He passed away twenty years and two days ago, August 13, 2000, at the age of 55. McNeilley wrote thousands of poems and stories and published them online on "ezines." I think we were in a poetry critique group online together, briefly, as well. He wrote one of my favorite poems about starting the day with a simple ritual, although I could not find it online just now (it may not exist there), and I will have to dig to find it in my papers. But when I do, I'll post it here. His poetry is sassy and irreverent but also at times tender, surprising, and philosophical.
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