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Greg Grummer, although a Vietnam Era vet, was never in Vietnam. He has written a number of poems about war informed by his stay in the military, but prompted mainly from listening to NPR during the early nineties when areas of the world were in misery and people were perpetrating beast-like horrors on themselves and others and NPR was reporting on this every day and Greg Grummer was listening while driving to and from work. Now, for the most part, he listens to sports radio talk shows, because the issues discussed there mean nothing and he no longer has what it takes to listen to NPR on a regular basis, or tune in conservative talk radio, etc. His views on Iraq and what he wishes would happen there disturb him greatly, and he has much to think about in that regard, and answer for. He yearns, not for the return, necessarily, of communism, but for the days when capitalism had some ideological competition.
He has been published in numerous places, Hunger Magazine, Rhino, and (in the near future) Fence among them. He has a small boy named Jack who has begun, lately, to stride about with his chest out and his arms swinging pointing at things and declaring in streams of language that, although clearly human, are as yet mostly unintelligible, although "doggy" can be discerned, as well as "juice" and "all done." Greg's wife, although not particularly athletic, makes him laugh almost against his will. She is a performance artist of baroque and surreal sensibilities, although by day a director of a small non-profit agency. Mr. Grummer is lately a successful businessman although he has been spectacularly unsuccessful in the past. His business is handmade papermaking kits and supplies. He has written a lot of poetry. If you have any interest in seeing more of that, you may email him at firstname.lastname@example.org, and he'd be happy to forward you some.
Winning Entry: Portraiture
Contest Won: War Poetry Contest 2003, Finalist