Even though you don’t face the painter
he captures your face.
Heraclitus asked, how can you hide
from what never goes away?
Mirror Neurons; Unity of Opposites; Nocturne with Flame; Aubade with Leftover Snow, Ode to Mayo Jars
On Why Teen Poetry Should Come with a Self-Destruct Button
Poetry became real to me not through the classics, but through my contemporaries in a college workshop.