I guess I’m a bit of a maverick with the writing. I’m uneven and unapologetic. There are flashes of brilliance and endless meandering. I guess I have a bit of a Beat strain left in me. My quest for that gemlike flame relies heavily on serendipity. There is still the naïve belief in accidentally stumbling onto the solution. The magic is already buried in the heart. One just needs to recklessly and relentlessly mine the filed until one finds the gold.
A new alchemist
into these soulful minefields
recklessly seeking