Upon the stage… I have found my love. To act . . . To sing . . . To entertain… Accolades have come; Criticisms, too. I am an Actor; Female. We are all Actors. Labels . . . Male or Female; We act… On stage…

Brew and pour (don’t forget the creamer.) Sip. Cough. (too hot) Sip, Slurp. (just right) Cough. Laugh, chuckle. YOUTUBE. you boob. Sip Sip, spit. Write, Type, ….STARE…. Write, you boob. Sip…(it’s cold) Toss. scribble. Pause. bathroom break. Sit, Wipe, Wash. back on the grind… …….

I follow the lead of my ancestors who committed epics to stone, via hammers, chisels, sharp rocks stories, histories endure, still studied my people wrote on reindeer skins with intricate threads and techniques told elaborate tales on functional vessels of iron and pewter they cast…

It’s a glitch . . . What a bitch! I cannot believe this… Another deadline, I miss! My PC is a real dick… It makes me sick! I try the iPhone, in case; Eyeing thru the cracked face. They say it’s the best… Yet, they…

A friend once told me I am a woman of many hats And while I don’t like hats I did once wear the swimming cap On and off for a few years I held the table tennis racket Black always on the outside Red on…

Greetings, fellow poets and/or poets-to-be!  Due to time constraints (i.e. Needing to share my introductory post within the next 20 minutes before the marathon officially starts)!  I’ve essentially copied/pasted my profile bio here, as I think I wrote too much in it for a short…