Poetry. "CRUNKED was not written. Not even close, not even for a second. CRUNKED was ripped from the very darkest, most sinister portion of my brain. Written over the course of seventy-two hours, CRUNKED is the full realization of who and what I had become at that point in time. I started putting the words down after a sixty-six hour high, words that spilled out like a stuck pig or a slashed femoral artery. When I came up for air after sleeping twenty-four hours, I read the thing, typed it up and put it in a box. This bitch should never see light, or so I thought. It is something so raw and so personal I didn't want to publish it. I still don't, but some spark tells me I should. CRUNKED is a nothing more than a narrative. It's neither cautionary nor celebratory, it just exists as a document of experience"—Jack Henry, April 2011.
Author City: CORONA, CA USA
Jack Henry is a writer based in the high desert of southeat California and grows increasingly obnoxious and annoying with age. He has been fortunate enough to be published in a variety of journals and magazines both in print and electronic. CRUNKED is Henry's second major poetry collection.
“Jack Henry does not posture, boast, or pretend that he plumbs the depths of the human soulhe just does it.”
David McLean, author of Cadaver’s Dance
“I’ve been reading through CRUNKED, and I’m really, really impressed. You know, I think that you may be the poet laureate of meth culture. I’m not being funnyI think you really captured the surreal and extreme nature of the way of the speed freak, and that the poems veer between being heartbreakingly sad and really, blackly funny. It’s really good stuff, very powerful.”
Tony O’Neill, author of Down and Out on Murder Mile