This book is filled with poetry that is unwilling to be defined, labeled, or nailed down. My poetry is a chiseled marble of language. It is a paint-spattered canvas, but I use words instead of paint, and the canvas is you.
 I am critical in the way I dole out words.

To borrow a phrase, poetry is a riddle wrapped in an enigma swathed in a cardigan sweater... or something like that. 
 
Ever-evolving genre of my poems, will shirk your definition of poetry at every turn. The continues evolution of poetry keeps my poems alive. These poems will challenge you and your emotions.