Bryce Zachary

The heart of a poet with stories too big for a few pages. Let's have a convo if you wish to use or reference my stories (or part of my stories) in any way.  

It wasn't until the 8th grade when my English teacher invited to share a story I'd written with the class did I even think about writing or sharing my stories with anyone. To some extent, I still haven't shared much of my stories with anyone. Maybe some of it was due of anxiety; worrying that others would find my stories too crazy. However, I'd like to think much of my reasons for staying in the shadows until now was because I needed to live a poet's life of wanderlust, building inspiration. My gypsy life adventures have taken me as far as Giza, Egypt and Toronto, Canada, but also through a bunch of stateside cities like ATL, a brief stint in Chi-town, Cincy, D.C., Morgantown, NYC, OG Portland (ME), San Antone, Taos  and probably a few more places I can't think of right now. 

Throughout most of this, I've bared my soul and some scribbles through insta (@thebrycical). But, there's  always been some thoughts and ideas lurking in the recesses of my spirit, some things that can't be contained in a few lines or a couple pages. But once the pandemic in 2020 started, I found I couldn't keep ignoring these larger ideas. SO I started writing, and writing and writing. The stories you'll read from me will run the gamut from psychedelic fantasy to wild absurdism and probably everything in between. We'll see. Enjoy.