ABOUT

Kevin Forhan

brews beer & poems

In the beginning is the word,

and in the end the word, and in

between, words, words, words …

Kevin Forhan was born and raised in Seattle,

where he makes beer for a living

and enjoys long walks on the shoreline,

disappearing into crowds, and eavesdropping.

With assistance from …

ROSCOE EDWARD is a late-middle-aged, divorced bachelor of steady-as-she-goes ambition and mouldering accomplishment, who moonlights as a poet, spoken-word artist, “assayist,” influencer, and humorist. His work challenges commonly accepted notions of the nature of perception and, indeed, of reality itself. His approach tends toward the collage effect of seemingly arbitrary assemblages of snippets of cliched, dead language—so called “usages”—indirectly implying mysterious, buried meaning.

The effect, in whatever medium, is of a kind of low, dull, flat resonance, like that of a tongue-moistened bar napkin ringing on the rim of a budget wine glass. “There are occasional flashes, but the threads don’t quite connect, and the act grows thin—also, it’s kind of ‘jokey,’” hints more than one observer.

Edward is based in the city of Seattle, on the north-west coast of the country of the United States of America. He has a semi-skilled but pretentious blue-collar job, like craft brewing, and lives in a small but pretentious space, like a boat. His shallow glib insincere self-effacing even-tempered mellow agreeableness in the company of others coexists with decreasing incompatibility with an angry frightened needy resentful full-body insecurity. Things stick in his “craw,” which is also like the sound crows make.

He enjoys light recreational kayaking on calm, interior waters, Instant-Potting, walking to the mailbox, and falling asleep.

roscoeedward0338@yahoo.com