About
Stream of consciousness and so-called found poetry. Call it surrealist or absurd poetry. That’s fine.
Although these works arise at the intersection of the past and the future. I don’t employ art historical, linguistic, or even aesthetic techniques, except for the occasional rhyme words. Those are more accidental, surprising as rhymes in everyday speech. The pieces take place in my contemporary world, perhaps the contemporary world.
I invite you, dear reader, to wander through it like through an exhibition. Pause at some pieces. Skip over a few entirely. Or, ideally, consider it a dance or theater performance. You watch, you marvel, you drift away (and hopefully return to the performance).
