Michael Waterson is a retired journalist originally from Pittsburgh PA. His varied career includes stints as a seasonal firefighter, San Francisco taxi driver and wine educator. He received an MFA from Mills College. His work has appeared in numerous online and print journals, including California Quarterly, Cathexis Northwest, Bookends Review and Santa Clara Review. He is Poet Laureate Emeritus of Napa Valley where he lives. His first collection, “Cosmology of Heaven and Hell,” was recently published by The Poetry Box. More information may be found at michaelwatersonpoetry.com.
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