About The Author

Jay Sizemore dropped out of college and has spent his life enslaved to corporate America. He still sings Ryan Adams songs in the shower. In the 90’s he brought the high-five out of retirement and saved it from extinction single-handed. Sometimes he writes things down. His work has appeared in numerous online and print publications, such as Rattle, Menacing Hedge, DASH, Prick of the Spindle, and Still: The Journal. He currently lives in Nashville, TN, home of the death of modern music.

I grew up in Kentucky, where the trees are tall as gods. My grandparents took me to a small, one-room church, where people loved to slap the Bible, shout Amen, and cry, pushing their children into the center of the room so they could learn to pray until they mistook dizziness for salvation. These experiences shaped a lot of my childhood and mental development. We moved around a lot growing up, and I learned to never get comfortable knowing people. My favorite food is pizza, and one day it will kill me. Asking my favorite beer or bourbon is like asking which hand I’d be best to live without. When I was twelve years old, my mother introduced me to Stephen King, and well, I haven’t been the same since. When I was fifteen, I discovered Metallica, and bought a guitar. I am happily married to one of the most beautiful women alive, and we have two cats named after Lord of the Rings characters.

My first chapbook, Father Figures: autobiographical poems, was released last year to good reviews, and is available at Amazon. I have a collection of short stories being released this year as well, from Crow Hollow Books.