: About Me

My native medium is poetry. I love how it distills emotions in a few short lines yet leaves room for thought.  It is both freedom and closeness.  It invites through rhythm and revelation but somehow remains essentially private. 

I'm always curious at what happens next after people read a good poem.  I think its nuances are definitely a space for personal alchemy. 

Aside from poetry writing, I write essays and lyrics.  I've also penned melodies resulting in two works called Covenant and Half Light.

I'm the last of six children in a mixed family, both blessed and blighted by the jostle of a crowded family life and now live in Los Angeles.

My passion is ...

writing, love and other such poetic thoughts.

I know too much about ...

astrology (I think) and phthalates.

My parents always told me ...

depending on which one was doing the talking, YOUR Father/Mother - segue way into something accusatory...

My childhood ambition ...

archeologist/Bond Girl/Mermaid (on a rotating schedule of course).

My favorite memory ...

always involves laughing.

Why I write ...

there is no known cure for the urge to do so.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

World History, Utopia, The Twelve Houses, I'm not watching anything, She Said.

My first job ...

marketing intern at Big Blue

My best moment ...

leaving behind an evil I never want to see or go back to. It helps that I finally found heaven.

My inspiration ...

rumi, my mother, and femme ruthless

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you

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Love and ashes (c) In love and ashes I reside, what exile This place with no walls this wide and wandering freedom this unbound shore. I walk a roll of road unending Today in heat and dust, and Tomorrow? Perhaps the winter city Shod in grey, perhaps the silent songs I've yet to play I live an odd shade of forget, yet speak no flower tongued regrets I am turned to wither in the shade and have felt not much else but death So, I left. Head low, I am sweet with sorrow how quietly I take these steps this slow spiral to the soil, to lick my wounds of all the lies and yet each day I close my eyes...

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