John Doe is a Michigan-based poet who writes about sex and America, and whose work has appeared in journals like Joyland, Hobart Pulp, and Spectra Poets. I think of him as Mark Kozelek for Zoomers; his anonymous free-verse prose about love and loss has won over the affection and perhaps even obsession of e-girls nationwide. My introduction to Mr. Doe was his poem for No Agency’s newsletter that opened with the line “The pussy had me straight up convert to Scientology” and he has not ceased throwing out equally punchy lines like “Girls reciting my poems like future verses”, and “Did you know JFK died of a broken heart?” spliced in between saccharine ramblings. These sentiments about lost love might reflect the state of modern romance better than anything else out right now. John Doe’s debut poetry collection Autumn in the Pain House is available for preorder now over at ExPat Press. Lucky for us, John’s here to tell us what he’s been into.
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