This book written under a pseudonym (Baptism name) represents the written word in poetry I experimented with in 2014-2015, a period of intense bad marijuana from the streets which limited my ability with writing more complex poetry that spoke my heart so woeful at the time. 

In a sense they truly are minimalist poetry as the emotions were intense in those years, the news were bad and the language was tainted with drugs = the style was very minimalist. A zen expression of suffering, nostalgia, bad news and this world without the complexity of everyday except in the intensity. Simplify if you must when the emotions are too big or devastating.