My cityborn friend snaps limbs from trees for the bonfire
and hands me their greenness. Why refuse
this gift of smoke and hissing years of rain?
Every tree is difficult. Take this oak and its burl—such handsome infection
to climb. I am sorry but without Violence it's too late to catch up with them…
Was a societal leg up ever real?
-- from "That Difficulty Increases Desire" which appears in the Spring 2016 issue (Volume 57, Issue 1).
Tell us about one of the first pieces you’ve written
It’s very cliché— the first poem I wrote was for a girl in high school, one who thought of me as just a friend. So, so bad! I was also painting a lot at the time, and after learning about William Blake, I started painting poems into the canvas beside images.