“I’ve been writing for lifetimes.”
Working with words has always been something deeply connected to my sense of passion and curiosity. For the last decade+, I’ve worked with humans from around the world, of all ages, at different stages in their lives in cultivating their authentic creative expression through the written word. It has been incredible and illuminating. On this page are some of my own words, inspired by life, created to inspire life and all its meaningful possibilities into manifestation. Here, you’ll find poetry, nonfiction, creative + experimental nonfiction, fiction short stories, embodied poetry, and whatever else I want to present. Please enjoy.
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I recently debuted my first book — a poetry collection. Check out “Poetry and the immediate: A collection of sensed spaces”, and enjoy your perusal.
…to allow life and to be blessed by the passage of time.
“Maybe, one day in the future, I will be seated with a soft belly and soft limbs remembering how I played with time when my desire would eat me alive. And I will likely laugh a laugh one laughs when they know themselves too well.”
The Pace of Trust
“She wasn't sure where her intrigue would take her, but as long as she felt willing and able to keep walking, she'd allow herself to find out.”
Storytelling is a dance of multiple flavors
“As for now, I am in practice of conscious storytelling. It requires space from me, and because my heart speaks to me with a new timbre, I cannot ignore the call. “
Another day.
“I can't help but cling to the heat like I'm clinging to mama and the warmth of her heart; at times a gentle radiation of love, at times a fire that obliterates toxicity and purifies matter into love itself, at times a scorching […] that can destroy life. I'm attracted to it all.”
Poetry in the pain
“Poetry is the multiorgasmic / experience of life, devoid of trying. / It is to sense the rising tide, heart full / with anticipation and mirth and abandonment. / And wild abandon. For nothing can stop the flow.”
"Tell me a story about anxiety."
“There, too, my anxiety felt at home. My fast-moving legs through Grand Bazaar, overstimulated by sounds and senses and smells on my way to sip the black tea that would be absorbed by the creamy crunch of Künefe between my four front teeth.”
