short bio:

zach t power is a poet who has lived in over thirty different houses. he currently lives in provo canyon by a small river with three other people he loves. 


longer bio:

the first thing I can actually remember is sweating on a playground in arizona. i think i was talking to some other kids, or maybe i was just staring at them, but i sort of remember the classrooms were kind of those trailer like things, and they were painting a rather stiff off-white color. i also remember (but don’t know which state i was at the time) using my first swear word (shit) when someone kicked a kickball ridiculously high. i was really impressed. it was like i had seen my first rocket in real life, and i was pleased with how my actual experience of an imagined thing turned out to be somewhat like the actual imagining of the thing. the first house I remember living in, happened to be the same house where our dog fortuitously broke the fence down at the same moment the neighbor girl was playing in her driveway in arizona. he literally jumped on the fence and knocked it to the ground. i can only remember our swimming pool at night, but i don't have any memories of swimming in it. it was in this house that i started wearing boxers. i can't really say what i was wearing before, i have no memory of that, only that one night i wore boxers and then i guess i just continued to wear them. i think i slept on a mattress on the ground, and i have this odd memory of early nineties toys in a room, but it's very vague. and i can also remember watching tv, although i remember the carpet and how the tv light spilled onto the carpet more than i can remember what i watched. at one point i moved to utah, where we lived in a house that was rather small. there was some tree in the backyard that had what looked like little caterpillars, and i collected a lot of those and put them in a tin. i don't have the tin. i don't have anything from my childhood, except for a small orange teenage mutant ninja turtle shirt with beebop and rocksteady and the turtles on it. ... I moved to missouri where I played in a band in a basement, where I played the stuffed animal crane game at walmart before school, and where i wanted to drive an old rusted honda civic, but failed my driver’s test the first time around. i moved to idaho, where I went to the state drama tournament, also played in a band, also won the mr. eagle high school award for playing the guitar and doing a backflip off the stage, afterwhich I promptly moved back to utah, where I took a girl to homecoming and prom and then married her (not before going to australia for two years). i’ve since helped make two children, and i’ve turned my emptiness into writing.

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