Over time I have realized that sometimes the best way to get my mind to relax . . . to not become overwhelmed by the Intricacies of My Thoughts . . . is to put those jumble of words, misunderstood emotions, and that circus of indecision down on paper . . . a purging of sense to make room for the trials and tribulations facing me again today. Life experiences, good and bad, past and present influences and the environment pour out in the pages of my poetry just as quickly as they flowed from my pen . . . each poem a different thought, a different influence, a different life experience . . . each poem sharing a small piece of my most intimate thoughts, a small piece of me.