I’ve taken a poetry class at Ringling before and I liked both of them but I liked this one because unlike the other class, we learned...

Nature has something to tell you. Fresh eyes-crucial to survival. Dive into the Caribbean. Untold depths, encompassing the old. It’s so...

I thought my life was infertile. The weeds-thick as blood. Blood they sucked from my roots. Towering over me, drowning me in pressure....

Below the bunk bed was a sea of legos, barbies and other debris of childhood. That was a time in which withstood all the stresses of...

Guh-gung. Guh-gung. Guh-gung. The baseline. You. Beating. Guh-gung. Guh-gung. It beats. The baseline. But so do I. Guh-gung. Guh-gung. My...

“The image is the poets pigment. The image is not an idea; it is a radiant node or cluster. A vortex through which and from which and...

I love it when… Time slows while we trace abstract shapes of innocence with electric tongues. I love it when… Your comforting words...

From a historical perspective, I think poetry has been a great form of documentation of the expressive commentary of the things and...

It illuminates for me the cracks, the leeches, the holes but in a new light. It is the sculptor of life lessons. I’m like a pile of...

I think meaning in poetry can be important but it really depends on what one means by “meaning.” I don’t think that poetry necessarily...

The most important part about my process is probably the time when I do it. I seem to only work at night, no earlier than about 10:00pm...