|Micki takes yet another self portrait|
But wait! There's more!
She grew up in an English farm house without electricity or gas or running water or a telephone or an address, so in lieu of watching TV she spent her time with her brothers making mud pies, setting fires in wheat fields, growing vegetables, picking berries, cooking things, reading, and listening to a battery-powered radio.
|Can you spot me? Can you spot anything?|
When she was 21 she decided to see what America was all about so arrived with a backpack and not much else and has been there ever since. After pursuing graphic design at Central St. Martin's School of Art and Design in London, she decided to follow her dreams of becoming a poet, which pays even less than being a starving artist. Carnegie Mellon University and The University of Pittsburgh provided her with a handful of degrees towards that end, and her first book, Trigger Finger, won the Pearl Poetry Prize.
|Kick-ass poetry about shooting things. Buy it now!|
Her second book, It's Probably Nothing... is a breast cancer memoir in poetry. (I know, right?)
|Kick-ass poetry about cancer! Buy it now!|
She has taught writing and literature for 20 years, and published hundreds of poems that have generally been about disasters. For three years she completely re-wrote Scott of the Antarctic's Journal as Scott's Last Blog, recreating one of the most unpleasantly slow and torturous deaths in history.
|Robert Falcon Scott, handsome tragic hero|
|Brandywine, August 2011|
|Peach, Summer 2011|
and writes for Maniac Magazine, Absolutely Nothing To Wear, Forte, and The Inky Jukebox.
|Country music ROCKS y'all|
She has no pets but does love to wear this hat which looks completely ridiculous in the middle of a city. She doesn't care.
|Hat hand-shaped by a chap named Duane|
Micki can be found at her website, and at her blog, Micki's Grist Mill. The "official" Yuckylicious website can be found at Yuckylicious.com.
Contact Micki by email at mickimyers(at) gmail(dot) com. Or Click HERE.