ren powell

I live in a very different place than I did when I was 6, or 10, or 25—psychologically, like everyone; geographically, like many. The reality of individual subjective experience and how it impacts the objective experience of the collective consciousness has always been at the heart of my poetry. I don’t see place as an objective reality. Our state of mind, our physical body changes the place we encounter. Everyone who touches a stone alters that stone—bits of DNA, molecules that evoke chemical reactions. Emotions are chemical responses, after all.