Background: Grew up in South Florida. Went to college. Worked on boats and ships. Moved to Texas. Now, I crew boats and ships for a living, and write whatever the voices in my head tell me.
Influences: Bukowski, Graffin, Beat Gen, Punk Rock, Dickinson, Howie Good, David Tomaloff, People who lie a lot, social injustice, growing up poor in America, the sea, trailer parks, Jack Daniels, Dogs, shotguns, tight shoes, neckties, deformed woodland creatures, weather patterns, injuries, mental dysfunction, those little red plastic things you have to pull off of bologna.
R.G. Johnson lives in the Piney Woods of Texas. He grows his own food, cuts his own hair and writes his own poetry. He is nothing but trouble. Most good folks try to stay away from this social misfit. Rumor has it that he once made love to a rattlesnake. His writing has been published in many magazines and journals (web & print) including Clockwise Cat, Black-Listed Magazine, Paradigm Journal, Literary Burlesque, Red Boot, Poetry Monthly International, Gutter Eloquence, Exercise Bowler, New Wave Vomit, Opium Poetry 2.0, An Electric Tragedy, Aberrant Journal, U Magazine, I,S&T, Burning Houses, Negative Suck, Mad Swirl, Weirdyear, ten pages press (echapbook) and Medulla Journal. Also the author of a new chapbook: American Scrap-Dragon.