2010. A poem conceived during my extreme wanderlust that triggered a chain of significant and wondrous events in my life. Ride, ride, ride my pink bike Far, too far from my forgiveness Far, too far from my wanderlust Small steady steps are too big shoes to fill It's about time to finally let go Let go. My skin, my sins Keep me from bursting But I am in pieces Scattered, shattered with nothing to give nothing to hold Lost for words Lost in the world And lusting for the world!

A poem about change, courage, hope and positivity. "The Roads Are Turning" | Gouache & Digital | 2018 The days go so fast and I have just begun I must go for a thousand more and there aren't roads to run I drove for dreams to come— A golden curtain of the sun! I heard the mountain tops cry Where echoes return where they began My love is just a mirror— A sea foam in my head I shall weep alone today For when tonight's a hope for tomorrow, I'll be here where I stand! #poetryanda