A poem about one mouse’s existential struggle with a fiendish foe.Read More
This is the most important poem I've written.
It was my first attempt at writing what I came to call a personal prayer. When I separated myself from religion, I recognized the need to form my own perspectives on life, reality, and self-betterment. I've always had too much energy to be able to maintain control, so the obvious first step in my evolution was to Bring it Back to Center.Read More
Poetry isn’t just for 18th century frilly shirts sitting under trees writing about flowers and heartache. Even though a lot of what we do is built on a foundation of classical poetry, contemporary wordslinging is much more than rhyme schemes and structure.Read More
A recent experience in which an awkward situation was narrowly avoided led me to explore the dynamics of power when a woman is called to entertain a room full of men.
See the written poem below.Read More
If I wrote a piece every time I saw a beautiful woman in a cafe I’d be the world’s most prolific poet. If I ever end up gathering all the pieces that I have actually written about those women in one place this poem would be the introduction. If you were to ask when this poem was written, I’d say a year ago.Read More
This piece was originally to be called word monger, but when I was titling it, it autocorrected monger to monster, and I thought that was quite clever so I let chance win this one. The poem is actually performed from the perspective of a hawker of wares in a grand bazaar. His wares of course, being words. Where else do you think they go and buy all those vowels?Read More