A collage of pictures, poetry of anything that peek my interests or appealing to be provocative.
"And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion."
He came up to me:
a. in his souped-up Camaro
b. to talk to my skinny best friend
c. and bumped my glass of wine so I wore the ferrous stain on my sleeve
d. from the ground, in a lead chariot drawn by a team of stallions black as crude oil and breathing…
"The first line really tells me a lot about the poem. If it’s about a character, that character’s whole voice will be in the first line. I don’t think any of my poems ever got written and then the first line added. The poem dictates."