Samm Binns is an agreeable third-year poet and soon-to-be unpublished novel from Hot Springs, Arkansas. Before moving to Fayetteville, a group of preschoolers extinguished his alphabet. When he grows up, he wants to be a tree. A swarm of insects mock him for his inability to make loud buzzing sounds. He began writing a poem two minutes ago called, “a meditation on a vicarious mulberry branch.” He will never move to New York City.
