Poetry, for me, is like one of those dreams where you find yourself naked in a public place. It is my soul breaking down in tears. It is my surrender in the game of hide and seek. It is me exclaiming “You found me, you found me.”


Here are four samples of my poetry, but there are many more going through the birthing process at this time…

"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry."

- William Butler Yeats