Every time I walk away from it, I always come back. Writing words keeps me tethered in this dizzyingly difficult world.

I long to curate

To explore every little detail

Live in the nooks & crannies

Of that which transports us

To another world

I search the corners of my mind

Dig in the trenches of my soul

Allow it to pour onto page

To create beautiful things

Word, space, paint, voice

Is to be outside of yourself

To share a small sliver

With those willing to read, be, see, hear.