I fell well deep in love with letters.

being alphabetically introduced in preschool, the way we would sing the “Bs”…the “Cs” the “LMNOPs” always appealed to me.

So I developed a longing to explore what they meant to me…and others.

They weren’t like COLORS. Simple and beautiful, sometimes they were like machine guns in elementary schools…..they hurt others.

More complicated then Numbers when you add them and they multiply but you can never subtract your words.

They became more in combination. linked letters… together became four. Four letters and I SWEAR its the best four letter word. Word.

Then everyday sounds I made, made new sounds that had meaning, value… depth. This became my greatest wealth.

My favorite read “Webster” – Thesaurus.

I promise, I love and I’m sorry being the heaviest language I slang when I want you to understand and I punctuate for clear pronunciation.

My mother doesn’t understand my addiction. like any drug I do it for the pleasure however temporary it gives me longevity.

for this moment, in these words I climax with word index that capture minds, hearts and guts like photo libraries. dancing with antonyms on bumpy syllables.

I love making language physical like “getting physical ” Then you say to yourself, is she talking about sex?” No, it’s just my language.

As seductive as literature can be it gives me pleasure to deliver the perfect language to solve a dilemma.

Genius with my words.

A wonderland of rhyming playground, hiding while you seek relative similes.

We learn to hold our words and send them flying with emotion. Start a revolution make a commotion with your words.