Coagulated with experience, the self is shaped. Ladies and gentlemen, everyone in-between and dear children, I am pleased like I am by the site of a panther to present my newest collection of poetic craftings: SIS.

Culled over a six-year period that saw this poet drive, cry, survive and thrive, SIS represents a reckoning of sorts; the warm approach of an afternoon exhausted. The poems collected here are dark green crystals of nikelocene. They are travelogues (a real animal’s arrogance). Musings on the self, spirit and each other. We’re talking drum on this one. The uniquely-common thing is circled here, in hopes of liberating, libating, lubricating, and otherwise libido-ing this beautiful semblance of a life. Both mine and yours. An essential, such as it isn’t. 

Poems about love and hate? Check. Poems about hope and despair? No doubt. Poems about offshore magic circles, stone tablets, baseball and titties? Pssh. You already know!

Order a copy now. Order one for a friend. Order one to give to your local bookstore or collectivist library. Chaos some, too. Orders placed before November 23rd (11/23/2023) will be first edition and will ship in time for The Holidays. Orders placed after that date will be second edition and we’ll see about that holiday deadline. My mind, body and soul thanks your mind, body and soul in this exchange. Now watch this drive.