When I’m not working on my next book, I write free-form poetry and short pieces of fiction that are hard to categorize. Some call them prose poems, lyric essays, or micro-fiction. Whatever they’re called, they allow me to escape the small, tight circles of my ‘necessary mind' and dive into a world that I call middle space.

Middle space is not governed by the logical, rational mind. It is the abode of memories and emotions and inspiration. This is where the magic happens, where ideas find each other and sparks fly from their new association. This is where the Muse hangs out. A wild place full of ideas and imagination.