My grandmother's love of poetry began my lifetime appreciation for wordsmiths everywhere. Grandma introduced me to Longfellow, Whitman, Poe, Stevenson and countless others. Since then, many new poets have come and gone, so many outstanding, so many renowned, yet I default to Grandma's favorites for comfort and inspiration.
It was in the mid-nineties my heart began to flow from the pen. With the encouragement of my husband, family, friends, and fellow poets on the web, I took up residence in the land of poetry, reading and writing with great enthusiasm.
Some have said my work is dark. I suppose it is a sadness that drives my words. Maybe sad, but rarely despondent, hope is the goal.
Throughout these past years I've been invited to be part of several anthologies and to write my own book of poetry a few years ago. "No Need for Breadcrumbs" was published in Spring, 2005. What a precious thing to fan the paperback pages of my own work, quite amazing and surreal.
But enough about me. It's the poetry after all that beckons us. Give it a test run. Maybe you'll like it and visit again.