This is an experiment. A tracking of growth, digital rings on the tree that is my poetry. A way to explore the poetics of the world and find where mine fits in. Watch with voyeuristic delight when I succeed, or when I stumble. I am a carnie barker now, tantalizing you with the wonders and horrors of life of a person who wishes to be a poet; who wishes to find a ground between the the contemporary and experimental to stand on.