I am a poet, chef, painter, singer, sometime guitar player if I ever pick her up again, a gardener, lover of animals, dreamer, a walker, I don’t run., Not even if it’s raining.


I have a muddy heart,
for I have lived in the river a long time.
The night mud was my home
With the catfish, eels, and tadpoles.

Albeit, life lives within these waters,
surging through the excrement of death.
So love flows through time.