POETRY FORUM

[Hello I’ll Be]

by Steven Minchin on April 28, 2012 :: 0 comments

Hello my name’s Steven and I’ll be
your imperative this evening

Can I…

finish you off
with something else to drink?

Tonight we’re featuring rapid descent.

Decided have you?
Can I take your…

What?

Please relax…
We don’t offer take away

and your chin’s too wet
for any more

Anyway…

editors note:

The downward plummet will be comfy cuz Steven is here to make it so. Buckle up and wipe your chin. – mh

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A somewhat self taught Poet, Painter, Photographer and Performance Artist Steven has been creating in the material world for over 2 decades. His work addresses, exalts and exploits madness with forays into the unseen, escape, and the little moments we all share that are trap doors to greater things. Shackled by Abstract Expressionism, The New York School, Dada and its post-modern descendants Steven creates with a release to chance and a hope that through your eyes and his works you can escape into something that teases a greater you.

In 2013 Steven received his first Pushcart Prize nomination from Crack the Spine Literary Journal for the poem, Over Exposure. He has over 55 publication credits presenting more than 75 of his poems. In addition to poetry Steven paints, creates photo, video and experimental sense works.

Steven enjoys calling himself Steven and capturing things he’s seen almost as much as things he has not. To date he has quite a collection of both.

Compelled by his ongoing contemporary nature, Steven makes Facebook a warehouse for his artistic scraps, Twitterhis notebook and Tumblr his gallery of offspring. He has no children. Steven was once a 32 year old student of Information Design and Creative Studies-Writing at Sage College of Albany, and has also studied at The Museum of Modern Art. (The Fox Network and many random things laying on the sidewalk have also played a role in his instruction.) Steven has played guitar, flute, trombone and on occasion a girl. He was once fired after playing with a cash register microphone for five years. Steven lived with a piano for twice as long, but never even introduced himself to it after it moved in. He does not care for live music.

Steven’s work* (or something like it) has appeared in Heavy Hands Ink, Short, Fast and Deadly, vox poetica, Four and Twenty and various ladies rooms, with physical manifestations hanging at Photographic Expressions Studio & Gallery, the Romaine Brooks Gallery, The Wine Bar and Bistro on Lark, and Garden Alley