Excerpt from the poem “Meeting You Almost”:

“You gave me hope
when you said here is my
body but I could not find you
beneath the jasmine or the french roses;”

“(Bunch’s) poems strike a sharp tone, as a jazz image. He speaks of the urban, rural, and eternal malaise; and joy of man”
—Vanderbilt Divinity Review

Excerpt from the play Smokescreens:

Chris: What makes you think anyone’s there?
Mrs. O: The noise, the marijuana smoke.
Chris: How do you know it’s marijuana smoke?
Mrs. O: I once chaperoned a rock concert by Cannibal Corpse. I
was high by the time it was over. And I wasn’t smoking anything!

(Bunch’s) poems are “well-written, richly evocative, and filled with compelling images.”
—K. A. Hunter, Carriage House Review