Place yourself in a smoky, incense-infused room with velvet walls and mic stands. People-watch the hipsters and naturalistas strut their way to the front row. Listen to the music. Watch for the flow of the spoken word. This is the inspiration behind my second book.
Poetry is breath. It can give life or take it. With each word I inhaled, remembering how it feels to experience life. Exhale to remember release; the times to let go. All working together created this extended part of me. Read and enjoy.