Welcome to Dennis Bagwell's Preaching to the Perverted- A poetry and prose site for the chronically unimpressed.
This is where I dump my warped rants, reflections and creative attempts to make sense of the flaming dumpster fire that is modern civilization. I refuse to call this a blog. I hate that word. To me, "blogging" sounds like something that happens after gas station sushi or a long night with cheap tequila. So, let’s just agree to call this what it is: a website where you can check out my poetry, prose, short stories and whatever else spilled out of my brain.
Maybe you'll find something you like. Maybe you won't. Either way, thanks for visiting. Homeland Security already has, so you’re in great company. Smile, you’re being monitored.
Click the little icon at the top left to find your way around. Or don’t. I mean, I'm not the boss of you.
Manifesto
(manəˈfestō), noun. A loud public declaration of policy and aims, intentions and in this case, questionable sanity.
Dennis Bagwell is a politically dissenting, Gen X, straight edge punk rocker, musician, and writer born and raised in Buena Park, California. He’s been scribbling since high school—mostly to stay sane, or at least his version of it. His writing walks the fine line between “poetic insight” and “unfiltered rage journal.”
His work has shown up in various publications, both online and in print, sometimes even on purpose. In 2007, his prose poem Hollywood was turned into a short film, which was released alongside his spoken word CD Paid in Full—a project that screams “cult classic” and whispers “what was I thinking?”
He relocated to North Georgia in 2007, where his hobbies include walking, telling dad jokes, reading, and playing guitar like he’s trying to win a solo battle no one else showed up for. He’s still there—sarcastic, suspicious, adulting poorly and skeptical as ever.
Dennis’s work has somehow found its way into places like the League of American Poets, the American Poets Society, The Horrorzine, 63Channels, Black Petals, Death Head Grin, Word Salad Poetry Magazine, Tree Killer Ink, Yellow Mama, You're Crazy! Vol. 3, Louder Than War, OC87 Recovery Diaries, blah, blah, blah! But let’s be honest—you’ve already stopped reading.
Find me on Instagram. Click on the link below.
Maybe you'll find something you like. Maybe you won't. Either way, thanks for visiting. Homeland Security already has, so you’re in great company. Smile, you’re being monitored.
Click the little icon at the top left to find your way around. Or don’t. I mean, I'm not the boss of you.
Manifesto
(manəˈfestō), noun. A loud public declaration of policy and aims, intentions and in this case, questionable sanity.
Dennis Bagwell is a politically dissenting, Gen X, straight edge punk rocker, musician, and writer born and raised in Buena Park, California. He’s been scribbling since high school—mostly to stay sane, or at least his version of it. His writing walks the fine line between “poetic insight” and “unfiltered rage journal.”
His work has shown up in various publications, both online and in print, sometimes even on purpose. In 2007, his prose poem Hollywood was turned into a short film, which was released alongside his spoken word CD Paid in Full—a project that screams “cult classic” and whispers “what was I thinking?”
He relocated to North Georgia in 2007, where his hobbies include walking, telling dad jokes, reading, and playing guitar like he’s trying to win a solo battle no one else showed up for. He’s still there—sarcastic, suspicious, adulting poorly and skeptical as ever.
Dennis’s work has somehow found its way into places like the League of American Poets, the American Poets Society, The Horrorzine, 63Channels, Black Petals, Death Head Grin, Word Salad Poetry Magazine, Tree Killer Ink, Yellow Mama, You're Crazy! Vol. 3, Louder Than War, OC87 Recovery Diaries, blah, blah, blah! But let’s be honest—you’ve already stopped reading.
Find me on Instagram. Click on the link below.
