Introduction

i've written a number of poems in a variety of locales for a myriad of reasons and on countless media: bar napkins, my travel journal, the odd notebook here and there, scraps of paper, the backs of envelopes and letters sent to me by family and friends, my hand or arm, an alluring maiden's cleavage, the shaved and mangled ribcage of stray dog, and more.

it always depended on my feeling or stage of intoxication at that particular moment.

on this and surrounding pages are some poems from my travel journal, recently completed (late winter '05), and there are a variety of subjects about which they deal: love, erotica, what i saw while traveling or living somewhere, and the incidents in the u.s. of september 11, 2001. all they are are measures of the maunderings in the mausoleum that is my brain...