I had an interesting revelation today, that's probably obvious to most seasoned writers:

When people know you, face to face, when they look into your eyes, when they are closer to you than your species or your pride, they read your writing differently. Of course. They're kinder in some ways. Might not tell you when you suck.

But, they also don't want to know too much. 
They already know you. They might not need to know the rest. 
What was left unsaid, was maybe silenced for a reason. 

So if you know me, and don't want to know, then don't read this.
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But I am proud to share that I've been published as part of a blog post of mini-essays on the blog TRUE at Proximity Magazine. 

true stories of silenced women

I wrote this in Kenya, near the Somali boarder. Driving in the desert during a storm. 

Dubai Poetics - Edition XVI

​Enjoy.

There's this thing. We all have something to say. But some people are listened to more than others. Why is Iggy Pop famous? Why does it matter what book Oprah likes?

Dubai Poetics - Edition XV

I'm first, as I ruminate on this question.
This poem actually is 101 words long. It started out as a 99, but it didn't fit. 

This is a poem I wrote in college. Long ago. They published it at Dubai Poetics Edition X, our local poetry depository. Love them. 

*foxfire is decaying wood, that, when a certain fungus is in there helping, glows in the dark. 

Thrice I have been featured in Dubai Poetics. I really love what they are doing in Dubai, promoting the local arts here. 

My poem in Dubai Poetics - Edition VIII is called "To a Poet Laureate."

If you know me from Waldron, you might recognize some of the names and places in the poem. Like most of my writing, it's based on real life and I wrote it thinking of a poet that I know, who really is a poet laureate. I like his poetry. I sent this poem to him when once I toyed with the idea of entering a fine arts program. He never really responded to the poem, so he probably hated it or thought it juvenile. 
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