Robert Chancey

Robert Chancey has discarded rotten fruit, bagged groceries, scooped ice cream, delivered glib tours at Hearst Castle, toiled as a waiter in restaurants, written film and music reviews for penurious wages, taught high school to the willfully sub-literate, offered libations as a wine captain in a steakhouse and labored as an office drone with an over-sized personality and an overactive imagination.

In 2009, he began writing poetry in a dogged attempt to forget the mind-numbing jobs he endured and to forge a bond with the infinite. In his spare time he cherishes expensive wine, obsesses about the bonds he has created via social media, co-habitats with his cat Jasmine and fantasizes about literary fame.

My Inner Goddess
Our Father
The Master Visits


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