I quit my job. Time to start a new page.

This new chapter revisits a recurring dream.

One where I speak the words that never seem to come when they ask “Well who are you? What do you have to offer this world? What do you hope to leave behind?

The answer in every reverie, every iteration is

My art.

I choose to follow the words that dance like flames behind my eyes, to images that come and go and set my brain ablaze with thought. Pen brandished like an ancient blade, I take the journey of every poet- to become the author of my destiny.

If you’re here if you’re reading this, then maybe you know a bit about the artist’s journey. Maybe you know it takes faith, dedication, determination, skill, and a people who believe in you. Maybe you’ve been there and done that and know what’s ahead. Or maybe you’ve yet to step out on a limb, to spread your wings, and prove your mettle. Either way, I’m glad you’re here. Artist need companions like their art needs beholders. Come and gaze into the abyss with me, and let’s make a story for what looks back.