Where there’s smoke
there are mirrors

and a dry ice machine,
industrial quality fans.

If I’ve learned anything
about the present moment
 


But who doesn’t
love a flame,

the way one leaps
into being

full-fledged,
then leans over

to chat
 

Already the light
is retrospective,
sourceless,

is losing itself
though the trees
are clearly limned.

Poet Bio

What People are Saying

"Though I have always had an immense love and appreciation for poetry, particularly spoken word poetry, it was not until I was given the opportunity to go on stage and actually deliver the words of others that I was able to comprehend the real impact of this art."
Iman Dancy
2017 NC POL Champion