His stature looms over a microphone stand, and the words that billow from the depths of his consciousness expand his being ten-fold. He is a mouse of a man compared to the breadth of his understanding of the myriad matters of the human experience. And he pieces those experiences together in expert form, wrapping each lucid scene in a ribbon of raw revelation. Analogy reworks the mundane and inexplicable life experiences we all suffer and enjoy, into wisps of his own understanding, and he sends them dancing into the consciousness. That is what the poet does. That is how the poet relates to you. That is Analogy. Junior "Analogy" Smith continues to build on the success he quickly obtained in the quaint poetry spots of Miami. Analogy, with no formal training, and a simple love for stringing together punchy phrases into limerick lines of Spoken Word, moved quickly from the small small stages of his home city to the big stages of the Big Apple, and others along the Eastern seaboard, by request. Analogy continues to hone his craft performance by performance, drawing from the ether of the contemporary struggles of the negro, and the transformational musings of his daughter. Where poetry has evolved into Spoken Word through the redesign of tongue and breath, Analogy's word alchemy has spun up what he now terms sermons. "Poetry is my salvation," audiences have heard him say. And therefore, it is something continuously crucial to his existence.