My poetry is mostly about love, society or people who have hurt me, and it is mostly bitter. I hope that it makes sense to you, that you think it is beautiful, that you love it. I hope that it reaches out and touches you in some way.

Fiction:

Correspondence: This was the first fiction I've posted on the site... but I never continued it. There is more somewhere. But I don't think it's ready to see the light of day. As of now it is permanently on hold.

London: What I'm currently working on... I don't know what to think of this story as it seems to be pouring out of me without much logical input from my brain. We'll see. But I'm already pretty far into it and... we'll see. I just hope someone likes it.

Quotes:

"And what do I do with all these letters that I wrote to myself but could not address?" -Ani DiFranco

"Please don't bring me flowers, they only whisper the sweet things you'd say and don't try to understand me, your hands already know too much anyway." -Jewel

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." -Gandhi