“I am nobody. Who are you?” Emily Dickinson poetically asks. I found my voice in her voice, on a journey of seasons, answering questions along the way. Anxiety and depression surfaces in my poetry with sparkling diamonds of joy sprinkled within. At the end, searching for elusive strength, pushing me through gorges and crags, I will find. (2009-2014).
Love spins my world. Out of the maze of life comes simplicity. Love is simple. (2015)
First drafts a dawning day. Night, doom to a soul determined. Death, a weary friend. (2016)
Lines: living outside of the box (2017)
IT IS one month into the year 2017 and already I am itchy to change.
Two words converged: BORDERLINE CROSSING
I tried to define what my mind was thinking and really could not pin myself down, so I leave it at this…curious and undefined. I like it. It says who I AM!