Michael Harold (who writes fiction under the name Michael Aro) is a poet, novelist, visual artist and inventor who has paid the bills for most of his life working with or near computers. His work has appeared in Identity Theory, Smokebox, bialystocker.net, Steve McCaffery’s North American Center for Interdisciplinary Poetics, The Journal of Experimental Fiction, Unlikely Stories of the Third Kind and In Posse Review. He has written four novels, a volume of poetry, an artist's book and several chapbooks. He's a little depressed these days, but he hasn't forgotten that the world is a beautiful, wondrous and mysterious place filled with light and love and that he's bound to feel better soon. He probably just needs to exercise more and improve his diet.
“Now this is how I see it. As far as I’m concerned you’re all niggers. All three of you. It’s easy to tell this one’s a nigger but you two may as well be. I don’t know what’s happened to this world, but I’ve had all about all of it I can stand. Now I’m going to make you a deal. If you all get down on your knees and beg, I might just let you go. Otherwise, I’m going to shoot you right here.”