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I have kept this part of myself hidden for the majority of my life. I'm sure that ex boyfriends and friends would be shocked that I have progressed to such an extent as publishing a book. For the longest time, I was embarrassed. I hid my minor in creative writing from my friends and classmates. I hid my poems and my journals and my notes app from everyone. For the longest time, it was something that I only indulged in privately. It was like my very own secret hobby. It was li

So, how exactly did I come to love poetry? How have I let it ooze out of me? It started when I was in middle school. I had a fabulous language arts teacher that hosted a poetry slam for her students to participate in. Her class was a dimly-lit stage that day. I've been a goner since then. It was like a faucet that I could never turn off. It became involuntary. Reflexive. I loved a form of expression that was so wild and prolific that it was allowed to bend the rules of litera

I want to start this blog post by making it clear that I do not have the worst possible human experience. Not even close. There are unspeakable horrors going on in the world right now. I am well aware of that. However, today, I feel the need to share what I have overcome. I was born to negligent, alcoholic parents. Growing up, my dad abused me (physically and sexually) and my mother was absent whenever she could be. My mother also struggled with drugs and bipolar disorder. My

Since my episode, I have worked very hard to be as open as possible about my psychosis. I have a very short bandwidth for small talk these days. If I think that someone could be my friend, then it's kind of like this blog. It's the whole story. It's unfiltered. I'm through wasting my time on being intentionally misunderstood. Let's get the bullshit out of the way and see if we're actually compatible as friends, you know? I've developed a remarkably brilliant litmus test for t

Gosh, I am so excited! I was recently featured in my publisher’s latest magazine! It is the second time that my name and work has appeared on the printed page. It’s also the very first entry in the magazine, which is a huge honor. I am so grateful for Alien Buddha Press for taking a chance on me and publishing my work to the printed page. I seriously never thought that this would ever be a dream that I could chase. In return for their kindness for publishing me, I reserved a

Fuck, I am so full of love. Disgustingly full of love. It’s why I take my job home with me so hard. It’s why I write long-winded paragraphs and poems. My mom died very suddenly and traumatically. The last thing that I told her was that I didn’t want her in my life. I know the finality of last words. I know what it is to regret an ending. I make it a priority to never go through that again. I believe in honesty. I believe that every heart should be treated with care. I believe

What if my writing sucks? What happens then? Do I have an identity crisis? What would be next for me? I guess I would still be writing, even if it sucks. It's kind of the medium of my soul. It'd be a damn shame if it sucked because there's so much fucking love put into it. If it sucks, then I guess I'm pretty helpless. I suppose that I would be devastated. It feels like life has been like that. Just... Devastated. It's difficult not to feel preemptively rejected. I have been

Wow, hey! I guess that I am officially doing the author things now that I've taken the step of creating my own website. I thought that my poems deserved to be catalogued in a place that isn't just Instagram. Now that I am a published author with two reading events/conferences in the books, it felt like I should probably have a more professional way of marketing myself. Well, really, I should just have a better way to present myself. This is going to be a very long introductor