Poetry: Jim Plaia

I was born in Brooklyn, N.Y., but never lived there. My grandmother had thrown a baby shower for my mom and I decided to show up as well. This pattern has followed me my entire life; often being at the wrong or right place at just the right time to make a change in me. I guess my poetry reflects this. I have been writing since I was a child, with lots of mentors to help me along the way. The body of my work was left on a train by a friend who was taking it all to be organized and printed. I was devastated and stopped writing for years before I got back on that proverbial horse.

I spent fifteen years travelling the world as a tour director, worked for three years for a travelling exhibition displaying  instruments of torture from the midevil period (which brought me to Spain), and finally ending up at the IEN, where I taught for about 25 years.