Steven Adkins

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[[Image:aatruth2.jpg|thumb|left|Adkins likes people to think he suffers from narcolepsy so it is easier to ignore them.]]''American. Born September 28, 1970 in Tampa, Florida. He arrives in between the particle beam set up for security purposes'' -- ''and still handling the clay. He shows it around. He is a street dog snarling. He receives a pair of prosthetic sternums.'' [[Image:aatruth2.jpg|thumb|left|Adkins likes people to think he suffers from narcolepsy so it is easier to ignore them.]]''American. Born September 28, 1970 in Tampa, Florida. He arrives in between the particle beam set up for security purposes'' -- ''and still handling the clay. He shows it around. He is a street dog snarling. He receives a pair of prosthetic sternums.''

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American. Born September 28, 1970 in Tampa, Florida. He arrives in between the particle beam set up for security purposes -- and still handling the clay. He shows it around. He is a street dog snarling. He receives a pair of prosthetic sternums.

Adkins lives in Tolosa, France, on the paved side. A lifelong fan of the fictional boxer Clubber Lang (http://home.arcor.de/billraydan/clubberlang.jpg), when not writing poetry or investigating occult crime, Adkins can be found in Le Boxeur De Titular, a local Tolousain club for amatuer pugilists.

His hobbies include gardening. He was once arrested. He is a patriot, a lover. He channels the dreams of a solemn wit.

Known Works


Incident or Accident

Reticent 27, second series, Co-Founder/Editor.

Two In The Hand

with Tim Wilson

The Cutlet

While the Woolgatherers Weep, the Corner Lot Explodes