Richard Miller

I am from Toledo, Ohio. I spent the first third of my life abusing others and myself, the past fourth sidelined in response, somewhat further insuring the security and general contentment of humankind.

I learned the reality of poetics via the guidance, patience, and compassion of a true living poet, Diane Kendig, another displaced Ohioan. My recently completed chapbook manuscript, Just About, and I, have just become quasi-paroled and are both seeking homes.


Articles by Richard Miller

Prison and Justice Writing
Monday June 29

Lepidoptera or Butterflies

Lepidoptera or Butterflies There is a blue chair in a room with 60 men It bears the gravity of a black hole, an inward burning star, drawing all light, all matter toward it. Names flutter on it like butterflies with broken wings: Fancy, Lenora, Consuela, Danie,     Diamond, Angelica, Destiny; Skippers, Whirlabouts, Swallowtails, Metalmarks, Ringlets,