Editor Alison Ross

Alison Ross venerates verse. She has published poetry in Counterexample Poetics, Word Riot, Blue Fifth Review, Laika Poetry Review, Haggard and Halloo, Cerebral Catalyst, A Little Poetry, Muse Apprentice Guild, Mad Swirl, Wings of Icarus, and Nova Express. She also had poetry accepted for publication by Underground Window before the site inexplicably shut down. She's still bitterly bemused about that.

Alison also praises political polemics, and wrote regular radical "rants" and scathing satire for Democracy Means You. She has published similar tirades in Exquisite Corpse, Democracy Underground, Creative Loafing, and When Falls the Coliseum.

Alison has additionally published movie reviews, music reviews, and feature articles in online periodicals such as Laura Hird's webzine, and such print publications as Pop Culture Press (Austin, Texas), Planet Atlanta, and The Atlanta Bulletin. She used to write for technical magazines and corporations, but found that task more disheartening than watching a classroom full of teenagers drool at their desks while she attempts to teach them literature. And this, incidentally, is why she does that now instead of sitting in a cubicle the size of a midget's closet writing articles about the oh-so-intoxicating worlds of industrial engineering and computer manufacturing. Pedagogy ain't easy, but it beats being confined to corporate cages.

Alison's upcoming publications include a movie review at Laura Hird's site.

When not rabble-rousing through her verse and invectives, Alison revels in reading, visiting museums, bicycling, ransacking thrift stores, listening to really loud music, watching movies and plays, dining out, eating tomatoes, eating artichokes, drinking wine, traveling, decorating her home, advocating for human and animal rights, feeding the homeless, snoozing, snoring, and communing with her temporally-incorrect feline friends, Quetzal and Soleil.

All of Alison's work on this site and in Symmetry of Birds is copyrighted; please do not reprint without permission.

Alison aims to sublimate her jealousy toward savvier scribes by publishing them here at Clockwise Cat.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...." (Jack Kerouac)