Although I am a published poet, I still find the internet to be an excellent medium for reaching audiences that would otherwise never encounter my works. Therefore, I am working on putting copies of my works on-line. Enjoy them, but, as always, don't swipe them (or Bruno will need to have a little chat with your kneecaps...)
Ode to the Faded - Something I wrote in February 97 and got a semifinalist standing for in the Austin Young Poets' Festival
night driving - Stream-of-consciousness poetry I thought up on the way back from the Austin Young Poets' Festival awards in April 97
Sitting in a Tree in San Antonio - At long last! After having been lost for over a year and a half, I found the scrap of paper I had jotted this down on tucked into the wrong binder. (Those of you who had clicked your fingers raw on the old non-link will now be rewarded for your persistence.)
Mud - After a week filled with record-breaking amounts of rain, I felt inspired to write this one
Hunt - I hope this one disturbs you. (If not, I'd worry about you.)
General Satan - I came up with this one after one piece too many of junk mail from the uni(n)formed services.
The Other Side - I wrote this five-liner, the shortest of all my works, on the bus one day. Take it two consecutive lines at a time and think about all possible meanings.
Now, or Never? - This one was inspired by a dream I had long ago. For artistic reasons, I altered the emotions I experienced during the dream when writing the poem. (For those of you who know me personally, I repeat: This is not what you think it is. I am not the same person as the speaker of this poem, and I don't feel that way. Make sure you understand that.)