About the Author:

J.R. Miller, some might say, was born with a pencil in one hand and a book in the other. His writing career started in 6th grade when he wrote a Science essay for whom he foolishly thought was the girl of his dreams. She got an A. He did not. Later, he earned an A for an 8th grade bully, sparing him a beat down of epic proportions. Through most of his adolescence however, his writing career fell to secret angst-filled journals, silly revenge stories and trite song lyrics—all of which he promptly (and regretfully) destroyed upon finding them years later in a box under his bed.

He was born and raised in the blue-collar suburbs of Detroit. After a career designing and copywriting for a super-big ad agency proved that corporate cube farms are The Matrix, he, joined by his wife and children, moved to Florida where he received his MFA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida. His work has been published by Midwestern Gothic, Palooka, Prime Number, Prick of the Spindle, and several others. He is founding editor of (ĕm) A Review of Text and Image and the production editor for Sweet Publications.