So much seems to depend on style. Surfaces and appearances, especially. And yet style can also be a matter of structure and form that supports what’s viewed or stroked.

And then there’s the reality of taste, extending beyond the tongue and food. Taste as it intersects with style.

A poet, like any other artist, has an additional appreciation of style as it becomes an individual, distinctive voice.

Sometimes these are within oneself or domestic. More often, they’re “out there,” where interaction often turns into a Foreign Exchange, as my latest collection of poetry observes.


For these poems and more, visit Thistle/Flinch editions.



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