I suppose I should tell you
I’ve finally been fired
from the globe factory.
I’d been putting beaches
in North Dakota
for two months.
Before that, it was mountains.
When I was on map duty,
I put a fairground
next to our neighborhood.
I thought it would help.
I could have spent
an entire week there
painting your face.
Remember when
I took you to see Kansas City?
That was Omaha.

Excerpt from The Man Suit, by Zachary Schomburg.

Let me explain this business. Bad-ass (in the most legit sense) poet Zachary Schomburg is on the road. He’s cris-crossing the country for two months, performing, speaking, reading, and poet-ing. Mr. Schomburg has just finished his Ph.D. in poetry and is the best live-reader I have ever heard in my life. He agreed to me grabbing shots from his travelogue and posting snippets of poetry from his newest two books; Scary, No Scary, and The Man Suit. The images are photos Zach is taking while on the road, off the road, thinking about the road, and probably hating the road.

Beyond being generous enough to share his writing with you all, Zach is a true gentleman and a friend of the Fort. His bewilderingly charming verse and stone cold imagery combine into a flurry of language that is constantly surprising.

This series will last as long as Zach is on the road, you can follow him on his blog, The Lovely Arc!

Drive safely, Zach!