Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books!

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing.

Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.

Technology will never rescue anyone from being a bad poet, but if you're good, it has the potential to do a lot of exciting things.