I like to think about breakfronts on the rhetorical as both willowy and purgative.
Temptations of beauty, that occur in the sublime, as an aesthetic – unraveling its mystery, in poetic storms circling flume bloom subsume,
the mirror and its multipliers,
strays of ecstasy – embodied in poetic embrace in and about body of time —
Migrations on mythic, fall back into, I do, language at its origins, unraveling into forms.
Dark humor engages with titillations of the absurd ;
Seems to me, that its a battle in language that goes on between ancient and modern ways of calling things.
Drawing and design found me. Mother raised me to be a designer. I have worked in Page Design, Interior Design, Fashion Illustration, Print and Merchandising. I am known to teach at Parsons School of Design at New School University.
Drawing too thinks in a familiarity with forms.

Sometimes my poems take on a disquiet that glows moody with beauty and horror, I seem to believe. I’ve never been able to stop writing them.
Or, as it turns out, plunging into narrative for new freedoms. They are “treasure” to my psyche.
Concede a love to steal freedoms from The Masters – freedom to delve and evolve rhetorically with poetry as base animal.
Let Ride
Rhyming
thickness sickness
dig for cues
rim bow booze
sylph + silt
silo with your philo
4 what falls in wells
+ tidals swell
+ all that climbs
+ teeters into rhymes.

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