Adam Veal

I recently had a near death experience.

No, really. 

I was driving on the highway out of the desert, I looked up, and there was a car driving straight toward me. I had a couple seconds to see if I could change lanes or drive into the shoulder, but there was no room on either side. I took a couple deep breaths and hoped the other car could find room not to plow into me head on. At the last second, they veered off, missing my car by inches.

It all happened in about 30 seconds. I was going 65, the other car about the same. There's not a lot of mystery about what could've happened. That day I had got up, gone about my day, watched the shadow of death pass me by, and then had nothing else to do except continue on with my day. Time for reflection. What had I done with my life? Dedicated it to the practice of an art. 

I've worked as a college instructor, an editor, a chatbot dialogue writer, and a short order cook.

I've written scripts for virtual reality games. I've written three poetry manuscripts and one science fiction manuscript. My poems have been published in Fence, Conjunctions, Poetry International, and others.