Roots is a book of poems, a project worked on for about five years. The title suggests its interior: It is not a final summation of a life, but a solidification of teenage and childhood reflections, a passage of time that was pondered and seen and smelled and thought and lived, a tiny window to the past of a mind. Roots opens readers to a different kind of poetry- one that attempts to explain aspects of human emotion as it embeds and weaves its way through the human psyche. The book travels on dark highways, up cool trees and into the future, to distant lands and in close by neighborhoods. But somehow, it is always finding its way back to the confines of the familiar bones, just beneath everyone's skin. Its mysterious and often visceral undertones have different interpretations with each read, and open a wide array of thought on the intonation of words and their uses in the warped version of the English language utilized in this book. It's the sort of writing that doesn't have to make sense to make feeling. It's not just a book about love, or darkness. It is for the Wandering, the Wondering, the Hopeful, the In Love, the Out of Love, the Old, the Young, the Dead, the Alive. Rest assured that for every person that picks up the book, at least one of the themes, in its strange expression, will resonate with them.