Woody Woodger is a New England “poet” whose two greatest loves are 1. ranking his friends on a 5 point Likert scale of Ubermenschness and 2. taking full advantage of his mother’s insane healthcare plan so as to feed his hypochondria. His first chapbook, postcards from glasshouse drive, is currently forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Woody Woodger’s poetry can be found in Barely South, Soundings East, and (b)OINK, among others and he is currently forthcoming in Exposition Review, 2 Bridges Review, and Descansos Anthology. He has also published experimental fiction on the blog Dear Hope. If you are so inclined, you can follow him on Twitter and Instagram by using the handle @lovlyno1, and Woody Woodger on Facebook. If you are confused about which Woody, just look for the profile pic of a 12-year-old looking uncomfortably seductive. In the meantime, Woody will desperately try to grow a Nietzsche-level mustache and Mohawk before he succumbs to the male pattern baldness our government keeps pumping into the tap water.