I still remember the very first time I penned a framed idea, I was 11, and my teacher had assigned a task to write the most outlandish, unbelievable, nonsensical story our young minds could dream up and so I embarked.  I also remember standing before the class as the “chosen one” to read the written portraitures of my mind and feeling somewhat anxious and proud.  That was the beginning for me; from that point on it was a journey through expressed thoughts, emotions, and images my mind would create from blackness.
I call it abstract writing, much like a painter paints abstract, I too wrote in abstract form.  Random thoughts covering a page until one continuous idea emerged having no real beginning, middle or end simply one colorful thought melting into another.  Suddenly, I found myself not able to stop, I was addicted to draining my mind of its restlessness and in that silent chaotic art, poetry was born.
The very first time I wrote a poem, it was dedicated to my mother, she was always a wonderful subject, loving, kind and receptive, which embraced my freedom to expand into other regions of possibility.  Nature, love, friendship, turmoil became some of my first subjects of creativity.  That is when I realized I was meant to write, when I woke in the morning the first thought that crept into my mind lived and breathed for writing, what would I dream of today?
That was the beginning and now many years later, I will share some of these first creations, coupled with their progression, with you.  So unbuckle your emotional safety belt and come along for the ride, it’s guaranteed to be one trip you won’t soon forget!
Yesterday & Today

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