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 AND A TRUSTY BRUSH_ 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_ THIS SPOTIFY ACCOUNT AFFORDS ME THE ABILTY TO DELVE BACK INTO SPOKEN WORD_ WORKING WITH THE LIKES OF THIRD BLOOM_ THANKS FOR STOPPING BY_ MEMENTO MORI_THERE IS BEAUTY IN DECAY_ THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL_