I KIND OF THOUGHT EASTER MONDAY TOOK THE PLACE OF SUNDAY THIS WEEK, BUT I NOW DISAGREE WITH MY FORMER SELF. MY FUTURE SELF WILL STICK TO SUNDAY POETRY BEING ON ACTUAL SUNDAYS RATHER THAN MONDAYS THAT MAY ACT LIKE SUNDAYS. TODAY'S POEM WAS WRITTEN SOME TIME AGO, BUT WAS AWKWARD AND UNFINISHED UNTIL NOW. IT IS A LITTLE HAUNTING AND MELANCHOLY, BUT IN THE SPIRIT OF EASTER, IT DOES DEAL WITH DEATH AND FAMILY. IT DOESN'T POINT TO A REBIRTH, BUT KNOW FOR YOURSELF THAT REBIRTH DOES

MY WORK HAS ALWAYS BEEN INFLUENCED BY POETRY. IT MAY IN FACT BE ABOUT POETRY. WRITING AND READING POETRY IS KEY TO MY PRACTICE, AS WELL AS MY PERSONAL COPING MECHANISMS, AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN. THE POETIC IMAGE, TIED TO THE SUBCONSCIOUS AND ALSO THE UNIVERSAL, IS SOMETHING I TRY TO COMMUNICATE THROUGH MY ARTWORK - THAT SOMETHING THAT TIES TOGETHER ALL OUR EXPERIENCES INTO ONE UNIFIED FELT EXPERIENCE OF LIFE. THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE WORLD I LIVE IN, AND THE ONE I UNDERSTAND. I'