Poetry, often the ambiguous entity that it is, charged with implication, sensation and concept condensed in a literary work, holds a special challenge for me. I’m passively called to try out my wits, my learning and my rhyme. Truth as perception, all I see, hear, feel and experience, from within, toward without. I like writing poetry and love the room it leaves for interpretation.

Good poetry manages to offer an exactitude in few words. Conveying one’s thoughts in this manner requires skill.

My sincere desire, as a writer in any form, is to touch others through and with my words. Some experiences are so ubiquitous to human nature, that they are universal and transcendent. As many who know me are aware, I wrote a book after losing both of my parents. A grief stricken and redemptive work. Very real, educational, and ultimately uplifting. I am now talking with publishing, and self publishing houses to see what makes the most sense. It’s overwhelming and exciting as so many big moves in life are, but overall, I’m thankful for the chance to pursue this lifelong dream.