Poetry broke up our marriage. Thank god. I started flirting with pen & page before he started flirting with the other woman. I always thought the chicken came before the egg, turns out the egg cracked first. Maybe he felt neglected by my late nights at the kitchen table constructing rhymes and sketches into the wee hours. I was writing a children’s book—never published, but I wrote it with all my heart. It was the only thing I had done with all my heart in years, besides mothering our toddler. Although he said he was supportive and I believed he was, maybe he was a little jealous, maybe he needed to do something with all of his heart too. Maybe he needed that other woman.
Poetry saved me. I clung to it like a life vest at sea. Divorcing him wasn’t hard, but divorcing my ideologies about marriage and childrearing shattered me. Poetry was not just a life vest, it was the sailboat emerging from heavy fog after a storm. I hoisted myself in, listless, surrendered, held in the belly of the boat, a boat forged from my own sullen commitment to begin a conversation with truth. My truth. My life.
Poetry is my heart. It gives me unequivocal permission to recognize love, to express love and to break down the barriers between anything that keeps me from that love. But it’s more than poems; it’s how we walk, how we share, how we question, how we see, how we withhold, what we fear, what we desire and every variable of self-hatred, self-love and god.
Don’t be afraid of the word god. It’s just a word. Build it a shrine or boil it, I don’t care. What you do with it is your business. Here’s my business:
Poetry is how I express god. God is my heart, my heart is god, they can’t be separated, but when I feel separated from the spirit that moves me to tears, to expand, to trust, to root into my own conviction; I write. I write to find my way back to the heart of god.
This website is built around the work I do as a photographer, but my work as a photographer is born from my dedication to my life as a poet. Working with clients to distill their essence is not unlike sitting down at the kitchen table with pen & page, heck even paintbrush. It’s a treasure hunt. An emergence. My job is to find you, to see you, but most importantly, to help you see yourself.