Dear GOD! Here comes that KRISTIN RADTKE!!!! Lock your doors, close up the piano, tell your son to put away his guitar and cover up his tattoos, don't mention sex, religion, music, or art, and for HEAVEN'S SAKE, try not to start dancing!! |
Kristin Radtke's poetry writing began back in high school, where she penned the usual horribly sappy teenage girl stuff once every 9 months in a hardbound cat-decorated journal from Hallmark. She was able to live through attending a Lutheran high school by reading poetry (anything but Sylvia Plath) for the forensics team, and kept getting gold medals at the state tournament. She was also one of 4 students selected to travel to area schools and entertain younger children with storytelling. After safely escaping to the Twin Cities to attend the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, she wrote a monthly column for the school's 'zine, Inkspot, and was a regular at student open mic nights. She has been a daily journal writer for over 10 years, and has taught journalling to grade-schoolers in the St. Paul area. Her first book, Been To Myself and Back, handwritten in journal form and highly idiosyncratic, is currently seeeking publication. She had no plans to do anything with her poetry until she joined an online poetry club 6 months ago, where other club members compared her work to Bukowski's and begged her to read his stuff. She is currently compiling her first volume of poetry, Queen of the Silver Dullard, and works as a freelance writer and illustrator when she's not proclaiming the joys of being a receptionist. |
No church
for me Sundays |
Eric
the waiter |