The places I’ve been and the places I want to go.
A sense of place is a unifying theme I've revisited
with Coyote Blood throughout its many lives.
The poems exist in a world that you can sort of timetravel from one to another.
There are roads and rivers between these poems.
It all clings to the borrowed imagery of the muse
as human, as heart, as place, as goodbye to all those aforementioned things.
Looking back to a time of youthful promise and cheap rent,
lyricism that taps into our shared apprehensions and hopes
—from a pre-9/11 youth to a post-pandemic adulthood—
reaction usually to say “yes” to living and then figure it out as you go along.
That was the place, right before waking up from a dream,
where most of existence lay in front of me—less life behind me—
no need for a rearviewmirror to see the fear,
because everything was forward from there, but now I am here.