I always wanted to be a poet. But since that non-linear language eluded me, I practiced seeing and listening. I watched how photographers captured the story of humanity and the challenges of negotiating a decent existence.
When the photographer, Robert Frank, first came to the US, he brought with him a small book of photographs he made while a young man in Switzerland, entitled “Black, White and Things.”
My father gave me that book and I discovered a book of poetry that described what I could not say or write.
