Nothing quite brings out my "three drinks in at the bar" personality quite like reading Bukowski, which I tend to do in phases. In everyday life I put a lot of value on amusing people. There's nothing better than entertaining, making people laugh, but a lot of my writing tends to take more serious or somber turns. When I get in my bar mode, though, my smartass-ness starts to shine through. "Everywhere I Look is Pornography" and "Death is Driving this Car" are both by-products of this mood, which seems to ebb and flow with the year, coming and going like a transient hooker longing for my attention and money.
Ryan W. Bradley has fronted a punk band, done construction in the Arctic Circle, and now manages an independent children's bookstore. He received his MFA from Pacific University and his poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in a myriad of publications including The Oregonian, Third Wednesday, Sir! Magazine, and PANK. He lives in Southern Oregon with his wife and two sons and blogs at ryanwbradley.blogspot.com