MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER TAUGHT ME TO READ FLUENTLY WHEN I WAS 3 YEARS OLD_ IT PROVED TO BE THE GREATEST GIFT I WOULD EVER RECEIVE_

I HAVE ALWAYS WRITTEN POETRY_ HOWEVER MY WRITING WAS RUDELY INTERRUPTED FOR APPROXIMATELY A QUARTER OF A CENTURY_

WHY?_

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY_ WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A POET AND A PIZZA?_

A PIZZA CAN FEED A FAMILY OF FOUR_

WHEN THIS WEIRD THING CALLED A ‘GLOBAL PANDEMIC’ CAME ALONG_ RAMMING A BIG STICK INTO THE HAMSTER WHEEL OF LIFE_THE WORDS RETURNED_ GUSHING OUT_ THEY CONTINUE TO DO SO_

A CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE ENCOURAGED ME TO PUBLISH MY WORDS_

THE THOUGHT OF SEEING MY POEMS LAYING SAD AND LONELY IN A DUSTY BOOK ON A WELL HEELED LIVING ROOM COFFEE TABLE GAVE ME THE SHIVERS_ SO_ WITH A BUCKET OF PASTE A TRUSTY BRUSH AND LATTERLY MY TRUSTY POETRY PISTOLA_ I TOOK MY WORDS TO THE STREETS_

I FIND TRUE JOY IN RIPPING AND PASTING MY WORDS ON UNSUSPECTING WALLS_ AS THE CHANGING SEASONS BATTER THE PASTE UPS THE IMPERMANENCE BRINGS ME A SOURCE OF GREAT INSPIRATION_

ON THIS SITE YOU WILL FIND THE LOCATIONS OF THE PASTE UPS_ ALSO_ IF YOU WISH_ YOU CAN PURCHASE ORIGINAL WORKS AND HAND FINISHED PRINTS_

THANKS FOR STOPPING BY_ MEMENTO MORI_THERE IS BEAUTY IN DECAY_

THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL_