I identify primarily as a poet. I was fairly prolific during my teenage years and into early adulthood. Subjects were varied. I wrote about love, heartbreak, life, friends, religion. I ventured into online diaries and blogs, such as Diaryland and LiveJournal. I’ve had various blogs over the years and even ventured into NaNoWriMo a few times, finishing twice.

Then, there was a break.

I’ve said that I’m a writer when the compulsion strikes. So, after several years of occasional murmurs, I spent a portion of a year writing poetry. Again there was love and heartbreak, but also into sex and darkness. I gave NaNoWriMo another try and finished.

And then, the writing paused again.

It’s not that I don’t write anything. I’m prolific on my personal Facebook page, sharing my thoughts on the world, navigating mental illness and surviving sexual assault.

I am certain that poetry and fiction flow out of me when it’s clear that words are the best way for me to commune with the world. In the meantime, I’ll share the poetry and blog posts here. Maybe even republish some of my words shared on Facebook.