Note: this is a Work In Progress. I’m slowly adding in poetry I had previously posted on instagram. Please come back for more!

Poetry, like yoga, is a practice. It is ever-shifting and evolving as I do, as we all do.

Poetry is my earliest form of self-expression. It came to me in a time of great need as a child, and became something more formal when I studied it in college and began giving readings and being published in small presses. I didn’t care for “the formal” of it, and so I kept my practice more private and selective, expressing some of my logophile ways in the installation and performance art I began exhibiting in my early twenties.

Over time, I learned to surrender more and more to the fact that words came to me — I didn’t “go” to them. I understand now how this is another way my intuition and connection to something larger than myself is in direct co-creation with me. I find that fun. Some people call it “channeling.” Some call it, “the Muse,” or the older Greek “Daemon.” Liz Gilbert calls it, “Big Magic.” To me, it is a way to feel and express the infinite, limitlessness of experience through the finite lens of my life so long as it is.

Like my Art, my Poetry has changed dramatically over the last decade. When we let go to the need to perform our pain on stage or on the page, the truth of our soul can sing more clearly the sound it is here to contribute in the Chorus of Humanity.

My intention in sharing here is that you too may find some mystic jumping off point, some queerness in language that provokes a difference in thought and pattern, some connection to another human, another soul that brings you back to yourself, deeper within, and beyond beyond.