Frederick Michaels lives in retirement at his home in Indianapolis, Indiana. In addition to prompting by his wonderful wife and grown children, myriad friends and acquaintances, three hyper dogs and one lonely cat, he draws his poetic inspiration from the beautiful intricacy of the English language and the vast bandwidth of information with which existence inundates his senses. His poetry has appeared in Flying Island, So It Goes Literary Journal, The Boston Poetry Journal, Branches Magazine and Lone Stars Magazine, among others. His work has also appeared in several poetry anthologies. Potholes In The Universe is his first book of collected poems. Though an engineer by training, Michaels has always been pulled to the side of the arts by his love for words. He particularly enjoys the challenge poets have to convey both texture and meaning using words, without succumbing to maudlin, ugly or overly ebullient emotions. He would say that the words are always there. They just need to be properly chosen, then put in the proper order.