The text leans towards a literary movement known as “ultra-romanticism”. The exploration of the idealized and idolized and how they become both the object and the objectified. It questions self-destruction, the consequences of solitude taken to extremes and thus lending an ear to narcissism and the conceit of moral vanities. I prefer to invite the reader to draw his or her own interpretations. There are no wrong answers. No beginning, middle or end but a continuous movement in an attempt, to mimic the natural course of nature. Sometimes we fall prey to the illusion that the the answer lies in the past; upon returning finding our way back becomes stifled by the voice of reason.

A collection of poetry to explore the feminine divine within. I've been writing what seems like forever, and I have shared countless poems on my IG @poetry_goddess88. Recently my courage has risen and I took the plunge, I gathered a small collection together and published a small chapbook through CreateSpace, "Bleeding on the Page: my soul exposed". The ideal of embracing the goddess within has been a theme I've graced upon before, and I strongly believe that all women of all ages should find her inner goddess. This world tries to always stuff us in boxes, or slap a label and identify. I have always struggled with finding my identifier, and finally realized I didn't need one. Instead through my writings I have broken free of the boundaries and am exploring a variety of themes, genres, styles, and topics. I write what I feel, what I see, what I experience, and what I dream. Hope you enjoy the journey.

Hello again, yes I'm still here. This new creation is an experiment. I am going to try my hand at fiction, a story being told through diary entries. It's going to be a work in progress, and a new venture for the year 2016. I will try to update, add, edit, and more at least once every month. Feel free to share and give credit. I vastly enjoy reading feedback and aspire to grow in my craft. Iridescent Pearls will be true to reality, not all pearls are perfect shaped or pure. Thank you for following me on my journey.

Life is continously growing, dying and breathing. a woman lives through the hearts she touches and the lives she helps create. motherhood is but one option of such a task. as a mother, I owe my breath to my children. this story, these poems, are about them and how they've made me more.

Every poem is a little cut into my skin. When I write, it pains me to bare my soul to the world. I only hope that my small moments of emotion, memory, observation, and reflection affect you. I wish to imprint a piece of my heart onto you. My heart is open for your inspection in my work. The comments posted on here are read avidly and I appreciate your candor. I hope you enjoy. (Photos are not my original work, I merely scanned for those that caught my eye. Google mostly, I'll try to add credit where credit is due. I do not claim them for my own.) Thank you.♡