About the Author

I’ve always been passionate about writing and amazed by the therapeutic affect it has on people and the healing they are able to receive through it. Whether I'm writing about my full moon rituals, poetry or giving guidance on meditation, I share it all in hopes that it will find a safe and familiar place inside of you and hopefully inspire some creativity of your own. I love engaging with those who resonate with my work and welcome you to write to me at anytime. Your words keep me motivated as I take on my next project; an open diary full of photos, poems & journal entries. This one of a kind book is a piece of me in complete transparency and honesty. As vulnerable as that makes me feel, I am excited to be able to open my heart to you. As always thank you for your constant love and support. It does not go unnoticed.

Featured Poem

Some things are unbearable...
Hands to a hot stove.
Flesh melts away from bone.
Hearts cremate inside our abandoned Home.
Mama always said, “who can’t hear, must feel”
Touched the stove to see if the heat was real
I listened to your pleas numerous times & knowingly let them fall on deaf ears.
She also said, “don’t worry baby, time heals”
But In my experience time shifts ideals.
The perceptions we have of each other get tainted with resentment  of failed deals.

But some things are unbearable...
A knife to the front, instead of the back.
Amicable conversations to cover up all the miscommunication this relationship lacked.
1 step forward 2 steps back
Finally became committed to us after the last straw touched your camels back.
And mama said, “don’t fix what ain’t broke” but she never taught me how to fix hearts I had cracked and how to tape together the pieces to get that same love back on track.

Some things are unbearable...
Watching you walk away so easily.
Knowing I did the same thing but you’re for real and I was always just manipulating.
Figure skating
On thin ice, figuratively.
Dismissal of your mentions
Prompted heightened insecurities.
& Lack of security felt by me only acted as my gasoline.
Igniting the bitch & surprising the witch in me because this outcome was expected & still unforeseen.

Mama always said, “it ain’t fun when the rabbit has the gun.”
I emptied clips and missed but you’re a good shot, it only took you one.

We’re done.
And In a way I’m proud of you.
Should clap my hands a bow to you
Would sing my praise out loud to you...
If this knot weren’t in my throat.
If in your smile I didn’t see a little bit of gloat
If in all your past poems you wrote I didn’t see this coming smoke.
If when I asked you are we done you didn’t say it like you wanted to cut my throat.
Like you hated me
Disgusted by the thought of you ever dating me
Touched me the last time like I was a charity
You see..

Some things are unbearable...
Realizing YOU had to leave
I tried to end us but I was always much too weak
You’ve proved to be the strongest of the personalities
Me,
you
Anthony
& Angelique
Melted together and Lost our individualities
Looking back “Crowded elevator” was always a very great analogy