His show was in black and white,
but even so,
he was a colorful character.
Strong;
powerful;
invincible;
indestructible-
well, almost-
except for Kryptonite.
Now,
imagine the disbelief-
within all of us young kids-
when we found out
that Superman-
had committed suicide.
J. H. Johns “grew up and came of age” while living in East Tennessee and Middle Georgia. Specifically, the two places “responsible” for the writer that he has become are Knoxville, Tennessee and Milledgeville, Georgia.
Since then, he has moved on to Chicago- for a brief stint- and New York City- for a significantly longer stay. Currently, he is “holed up” in a small town where when he is not writing, he tends to his “nature preserve” and his “back forty.” His goal is to surround his house with all sorts of vegetation so as to obscure it from the gaze of the “locals.” He is assisted in this task by his coonhound buddy and companion, Roma.
Most recently, J. H. Johns has appeared in The Ibis Head Review, Former People Journal, Torrid Literature Journal, The Five-Two, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Parody Poetry (2), Syndic Literary Journal (8), Ygdrasil (Canada), The Poetry Super Highway E-Book (Chapbook) Free-For-All, The Rain, Party & Disaster Society, Poetry Super Highway (2), Pour Vida Zine, The Potomac (2), Foam:e (Australia), Literary Juice, The Lost Coast Review, Syndic Literary Journal- Publisher’s Favorites, Fishfood Magazine, ken*again, The East Coast Literary Review, Exercise Bowler, Four and Twenty, Commonline, Danse Macabre Du Jour (2), The West Wind Review, Smokebox, Word Slaw, Wizards of the Wind, Alura, and is forthcoming in Rat’s Ass Review, Fishfood Magazine, The Five-Two, and Syndic Literary Journal.
–Foreground Art by Claudio Parentela
–Background Art by Thomas H