Parrish Chase

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.