Influences (writers, photographers, and designers) have been vast and remained at large within the sphere of social dissidence and free-thought. They can be boiled down to Pablo Neruda, Sylvia Plath, the Song of Songs, William Blake, Arthur Rimbaud, Noam Chomsky, Chuck Palahniuk, Jack Kerouac, James Nachtwey, Floria Sigismondi, Khalil Gibran, Shel Silverstein, Che Guevera, Product Etcetera, Shepard Fairey, Bansky, and the Dictionary.

Everything I’ve written is a social commentary. Why do I write? I write because there are very few who listen to my dyslexic opinionated speech. I write to feel the power of my blood in ink and to shake people out of their indifferences, to have the power to make social change, and to evoke protest and re-cycle the process. I write for religious and philosophical questioning.  I write for burgeoning frays of syllabic lines to reveal themselves, so I can articulate those novel ideas into prose or poems, to stimulate discussion. I write so I can move on, to a new formula or telling of a bed-time story.  I write to entertain the hearts of children. I have written poems to un-filter my over-filtered thoughts, to get to point zero, to believe in people again.