Gary G Gach's Biography

RedRoom's smallest author, this scale photo of his countenance is, believe it or not, actual size.  There he is, with his little cap, and his little twinkly eyes. 

Although he weighs less than a box of books, he is, like you or me, susceptible to the laws of gravity.  He falls down.  He picks himself up again.

Sometimes for lunch he licks a postage stamp.

Is it any wonder that someone of his diminutive stature is drawn to the compact brevity and evocative concision of haiku?

     the check-out clerk stops
            to smell the woman's roses
                before he bags them