It is a tradition of poetry to be elusive, figurative, and complex.

Although my book maintains the skillful evasiveness of old-fashioned practices, it does not pay tribute to Shakespearean literature. It is not poetry for professors or scholars with degrees in the art of interpretation.

My poetry, written in the language of the working class, is designed to evoke feelings or paint vivid scenes-yet presented metaphorically, connecting to the routines of everyday life.

Unlike first-rate poesy, it embraces the harmony of street talk and an effortless choice of words, flowing naturally to convey an idea or a dream.