My poetry is young and fleeting, like the space found between Shambhala breaths, wherein I snatch an occasional glimpse of the primordial muse, hiding in the pool of synaptic juices.
Thank you PEN American Center and the R.I. Power to the Poets’ group that braves these walls to “coax the muse out of the pool” for me.
Please send me any and all comments and questions at: P.O. Box 8274, Cranston, RI 02920-0274.