“But I ate him to spare him his agony. I wear his tanned skin
cuz there will come a time when I will vomit him back up, flesh and viscera,
to pack him back into his husk.”
Jesse Caverly was born an hour outside of Boston but he and his mother quickly became nomads. He doesn't remember much about Tucson and everything about Hawaii. There, he had a small white terrier as a pet. There, he collected comic books and ate guavas fresh off the branch. Then they moved to California, high school was all right, college didn’t happen but life did. He is now a storyteller, proud father of a wilding, and an occasional poet. He resides in Arcata, Humboldt County.
