When I was a child of about 7 or 8, I started writing poems. I didn’t start by writing short stories or coming up with characters and oh the places they’d go. No. I wrote short, dark, insightful poems. I also hid in the closet a lot. Some things haven’t changed. Some things have. For instance, my poems are longer now.

But my voice hasn’t changed much since I was a child. High pitched, squeaky, many giggles to hide my nervousness. The same goes for my poems. I like these that I’ve listed here. There are a thousand I did not like enough to share. This is a “read at your own risk” space. Bon voyage.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for loving me. Let’s eat.