Please tell us a bit about yourself.
I am currently working as a paraeducator for special need kids and play guitar in a loud and fast band as well as a loud and slow band in my spare time.
When you create, what inspires you?
I’d say the human experience but that’s sort of a cop out, isn’t it? I think the best creations are certainly inspired by interior experiences and perspective though. When I was in middle school, I wrote a lot about the natural world like the coming of Spring, the stars overhead, and the changing of leaves. Plath calls these subjects absolute gifts for young poets. Then, I found my voice through the alienation and discouragement of adolescence. I haven’t stopped writing since.
It’s interesting – the older I get, the more I start like an old man or something. My themes may change but there’s a constant style throughout. There’s a fire I’ve intentionally left burning in my gut. I want readers to recognize my stuff without names: the dream of every artist. And yes, recent political frustrations have gotten my pen move a little more too.
Tell us about the specific inspiration behind one or each of your accepted pieces.
This particular piece was not drafted which is rare for me. Because of that, I consider this a song of heart. The specific inspiration for this poem is a New Orleanian night I shared with a young woman whose grace was wildly contagious. Unfortunately, mine wasn’t.
What is your medium of choice? Why? How did you first discover your love for creating?
Today, we’re so immersed in incredibly fast media that our attention spans are diminishing. Instead of waiting for tomorrow’s paper to be thrown, journalists tweet in real time. Now is the ideal time to write short verse, Alt Lit is evidence of that.
I grew up within the New Orleans punk scene and was surrounded by artists with strong DIY ethics. I guess their effort, success, and failures left me inspired since I was very young. There’s something special about the city too. New Orleans is known for the sounds of our jazz and the spices of our food but there’s something else that’s influential about it, something inexplicable. It’s as if the city’s sprit seeps through the cracks in our sidewalks. Or, from the depths of our potholes.
Fēlan is Old English for feel. What makes you feel attraction?
That’s a tough one because attraction boils down to taste. The art I sought after yesterday may not be the art I seek today. Generally, I’m attracted to anything that moves me emotionally like a song that charges me. This totally applies to people too. The company I keep possesses power over me. These are the people I love. They have a great impact on my life like a crater in my chest. Although, I hear people become bitter with age. If that’s the case, I’ll always remain curious and stay young at heart. My poetry will be better for it.