A long time ago, I published a collection of poems in the context of an exhibition of works by Gabrielle Quinn. The main long poem accompanying Quinn’s artwork can be found here. When I write a poem, I never conceive it as “high poetry,” merely as an antidote to the seriousness of philosophy. The inspiration for these works is drawn more from the lyrics of punk or pop music than the works of Sylvia Plath. They are intended to provoke a smile or chuckle. Others will follow, if I manage to find the courage of exposing myself to scrutiny.