Poetry

Words can be a paint brush, painting the world around us through the eyes of the beholder. Poetry has been my muse for many moons. It has helped me through my darkest times and elated me in my brightest days. The art of Poetry was passed down to me by my Auntie Teri Deras and fostered by the works of Ed Edmo, Elizabeth Woody and countless many others. It became my way to tell Stories.