What is Zoologic Woo?

Welcome, my beautiful versipels, rapscallions & bacchanalian homiesapiens! You’ve arrived by some Byzantine, cosmic providence onto the official website for Zoologic Woo! Which… in truth I’m never certain how to define what ZW is, exactly. Is it a moniker for myself? Is it the title for the miscellaneous portfolio featured throughout this little ornery corner of the web? Once, it was the name I’d envisioned for a band that never quite materialized, the consequence of my mediocre musicianship and fleeting attention span. “Zoologic woo” literally originated in a poem I wrote about misspent years at the Goodall Wooten dormitory in Austin, TX, where I lived briefly along with several zany, cherished friends who further inspired much of the literary and artistic content found here. The “Woo” closed permanently sometime in 2018 if I recall correctly, but in this tiny way it lives on.

A lot of the fiction, poetry, music and artworks you’ll find here was published under myriad aliases, especially 2014—2018. dimz, uhmuzing, Rosso Keir, and others. Since COVID I’ve devoted more of my time to larger projects, especially a debut weird fantasy novel. I went back to college in 2019 and wrote sporadic, comparatively more serious poetry and short stories, only some of which is published here at ZW currently. I had essentially quit updating this website altogether by 2021, but: updating this page tonight in the summer of 2024, I intend to start back again and make manifest the familiar creative neuroses.

About me? I’m an avid reader, English/Sociology grad, future law student, chain-smoker, preemptive curmudgeon, Sagittarian, amateur anthropologist and Frenchmen, doleful Texan, poetaster laureate and a papa of two loquacious cats. I’m sort of the opposite of a coffee connoisseur; I only really like French or other really dark roasts and I drink 12 cups a day. My favorite pieces of classical music are Shostakovich’s cello sonata and 2nd piano trio, but I’m also a big listener of punk, noisy/grunge rock, EDM, 90s hip hop, and game soundtracks. My taste in literature is especially weird, fantasy, horror and sci-fi; I dig history, ethnographies and political nonfic too though. I can’t do audiobooks, since I’ll only feel like I’m not being unproductive if I listen to them while I drive, and I’m an atrocious driver. Big fan of public transit; also Indian cuisine, Jack Coulter and Jackson Pollock, this 2000s golden age of TV, Newport red shorts, Pikmin, Bas-Lag, and not voting in November. I have severe seasonal affective disorder, but specifically I despise the sun and extreme heat and I fucking love winter and rainy weather. In 2025 I’m moving to one of Chicago, Seattle, Buffalo or any city where people who have never desperately clung to their AC units are most known for bemoaning their majestically cloudy days.

That’s about it! To contact me with collaborative inquiries, indictments of character, or wanton praise attached to lucrative donations, email me at zoologicwoo@gmail.com

Vas y!