When I was 11 I lived in a tiny, sleepy, country town in the Sierra foothills. Some of the greatest excitement I could find was getting lost in books my incredibly insightful librarian snuck to me to check out in secret.
She introduced me to my first, and to this day, greatest literary heroes and inspirations, E.E. Cummings, T.S. Elliot, Edgar Allen Poe, Walt Whitman, Elizabeth Barrett Browning…and then there were the romantic mystery paperback writers my mother read to balance my budding intellect out!
I wanted my thots, my words, to be remembered, to be memorable, to impact people’s lives.
Last February I was published for the first time. What a feeling of validation! Of being heard n seen n understand in all my shorthand n crazy spelling n trailing thots!
Then I was published again, and yet again, and my mouth has yet to stop gaping. I’m not sure I’m a poet. I just know it’s An incredible feeling every time I put my visions to paper via my pen and am given the opportunity to share them.
Thank you for reading and witnessing my world.