Book Synopsis
These poems are not your little local literary poetry reading. These poems are Robert Frost tripping balls, jerking off to the meaning of his twisted fear of the road less taken buried within his subconscious. These poems are not your pretentious professor’s favorite phrase of the day. These poems are the breath by breath transcendence of the ethereal fear in the material mind. These poems are not your favorite poet complementing your poem to be kind. These poems are gifts of irreverent wisdom. These poems are not here to win an award. These poems are you remembering who the fuck you are.
These poems are written to knock me on my ass. These poems are written to take all the fear, anxiety, and issues plaguing my daily life and confront them head on with raw, hilarious, vulnerable, creative honesty to transform them into open, compassionate, passionate pathways of understanding self.