I am a surrealist but not an artist.

I currently work in a clinical laboratory but I am going to school in about one year to get my MS in acupuncture.

In another life, I would be a poet.

Someday I will live the rest of my life out in Paris.

I am a friend to writers, mothers, scientists, musicians, poets, artists, and the people who shout to themselves on the street.

I am an enemy to ignorance and bias, stereotypes and silly whining, and people who don't know when to use "its" or "it's."

My favorite quote is something along the lines of: "The first step to change is deciding you don't want to be where you are."

I've forgotten who said it. Typical.

I hope you enjoy my articles.

My passion is ...

to become the person I've always wanted to be.

I know too much about ...

facts. facts. it's a fact.

My parents always told me ...

I make good scrambled eggs.

My childhood ambition ...

I was going to be a pediatric vetrinarian. whatever I thought that meant!

My favorite memory ...

i forget.

Why I write ...

I have to. It saves my life.

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

Thomas Wolfe (essential reading is "You Can't Go Home Again," it broke my heart), also just finished "The Road," fantastic and incredible! also Peter Hamilton. Poetry by Heather McHugh, Mark Strand, Anne Sexton, Ted Joans, Arthur Rimbaud, e.e. cummings, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, T.S. Elliot, etc., to name just a few/ I'm now suddenly hooked on "Lost" even though I have no idea what's going on. I also love Deadwood. Viva HBO! Billie Holliday, KEXP radio, NPR, Amy Winehouse (you go girl!)

My first job ...

Safeway grocery bagger. So lame.

My best moment ...

did it already happen? did i miss it?

My inspiration ...

suffering artists, crazed writers, genius scientists, impoverished musicians.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Give in

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"A coeur vaillant, rien d'impossible"
(Nothing is impossible for a willing heart)

When I first saw
into your eyes
recognition
I was drawn to you
I suppose like the ink
on your brush
on the paper
to my heart
a direct line
I was drawn.

Without a tomorrow
and without knowing
a place, a line
a space
a blank
sheet of paper
reserved for you
in my heart.

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