I have been nominated an Author of the Month at Spillwords Press! The news delights, touches, and validates my passion in ways beyond the expressible. If you love my writing, if my any one word has connected with you, I would be starry-eyed, and so, so exhilarated if you would vote for me!
I am honored to share my poem, Save Your Tears for Another Day, is published in The Anthropocene Hymnal, an anthology of poetry exploring the personalities and consciousness of climate change!
Three years ago, I found myself unable to write. As I have been writing since I was nine years old, being too anxious to focus on letters terrified me. At the back of my mind sat the nagging fear: what if I can never write again? Here is how creative writing ultimately helped me overcome my anxiety and inspired me to bring more of what I am passionate about into my life.
I am truly grateful to the team at Spillwords Press for taking time to interview me for their "Spotlight On Writers" series! Read on to learn a little bit more about what aggravates me, what inspires me, and what defines me.
I am happy to share three of my haiku, Past, Generations, and Recovery, are published at Whispers and Echoes Magazine, as part of their ‘haiku on healing’ curation!
I am delighted to share my micro poem, Finding Self, is published at Green Ink Poetry as part of their sixth collection, Discovery!
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I am delighted to share two of my poems, Postage Due and Under The Disco Lights, are published in the second issue of Free Verse Revolution’s enriched and distinct literary magazine!
The sun is luminescent overhead. The man is pale, an albino with golden eyes. He dons a broad-brim hat of woven grass. The brim is dyed red. He digs in his pockets for the key to the house; it barely fits because of the rust. The battered door creaks inward. Dust and bottled love make his nostrils flare. Legend sniffs to clear the tears from his eyes . . .