Oh, also, I’m a poet!
Sharing one of my latest poems about the vulnerable creative process.
Happy Sunday loves,
Yesterday I and a group of talented, amazing Bay Area poets and performers hid from the cold rain in a warm lofty gallery as we filled it with our words and loved ones. With purple lights adorning us, harmonic chellos serenading us, and 80 of our friends and chosen family cheering us on, we spoke our poetry into the world for others to adorn and hold onto. This shindig embodied everything I moved to San Francisco for—gatherings of expanding creatives, sharing of raw art, and fostering an encouraging and supportive community.
I see myself clearly for the first time in my life, thank you all for seeing me too.
Below is one of three poems I performed last night, it’s my musings about the selfish, self-sacrificial process of creating art. In my experience, creating art is an intimate