Seth Michael Bro was born in Peoria, IL, after the election of Jimmy Carter but before his inauguration. Upon taking one look at a Midwest winter, he promptly decided to move to Long Beach, CA, where he resided for the next seven years, experimenting with brief careers in blocks, learning to read, & inter-Star Wars action figure negotiations.

Realizing at eight years old that he would never fulfill his quest for the perfect wave, Seth returned to the heart of America, this time staking his claim in St. Louis--world capitol of functionless arches. Here he carefully bided his time for nine solar orbits, devouring worthless science fiction novels & occasionally taking the time to harass his two younger brothers.

Having perfected the fine art of social isolation throughout his primary education, Seth in his senior year of high school set sights upon the field of drama, which eventually led to the fundamental dissolution of his family, as well as a secondary role in an after-school musical. He followed this triumph with a quick departure to the University of Missouri—Columbia, where he declared an english major &...six years later...a second major in political science. To round out these accomplishments, Seth has served as a manager at some of the finest pizza joints in the nation, & has waited on the tables of several billionares.

As a result of Seth's inherent inoffensiveness & formidable intellectual skills, he served as a senior advisor on The Missouri Review from age 18 to 21, and has since gone on to head the local art & literary magazine ardentia, started by the indominable personality of Chris Vivion , who became Seth's dearest friend & then promptly moved to New York City. Since then, Seth has concentrated on finishing his undergraduate degree while trying not to patronize his TAs, all the while learning HTML furiously so that he might write this short biography.

Seth has published articles & poems in a smattering of small journals, splashed about in the shallow waters of radio plays & SLAM poetry, totalled a friend's car in the middle of rural Pennsylvania, & fine-tuned the science of making guacamole. He has no fingernails.