i've been writing since the age of 14, with a fluidity between poetry, prose, streams of consciousness and the purely sensory. with each year, i've become more honest with myself about the range of feelings-- what's truly euphoric or devastating has changed in scale, to say the least. but there's an innocence to capturing that lilting dream and owning it on paper. i've never, ever shared even a page of the volumes i've created these past 13 (!) years. not sure i ever will. but i should at least share some random tid-bits. my personal peanut gallery of voices. my friends know i'm nothing but quirkiness when someone gets to know me well. so forgive me, those of you who stumble upon this and find me obnoxious =)
returned from nyc last night and still on a high from the city and my best friends, complementing the time with family in DC, where i recalibrate my values a few times a year.
