KATSARIDAPHOBIA

i know
ask anyone retching their guts out from
chemotherapy

or looking at their mom
in a coffin

or one of the 40,,000
kids

who die everyday
from
wretched
hunger

if
they

would
swap
my

cockroach problem

for
theirs

but there it was

climbing up the side
of the tissue box

antennae
going

gabo gabo

next to my
bed

which is on the floor

i keep remembering
the story

my buddy told me

how when
he was a

kid

in
st clair village

one almost crawled in his mouth

while
he
slept

Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture to available to me. This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences. The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century. Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do. I’ve tried to focus on that idea.