Words must grow irrevocably tired after long time passing..

53/F/Rochester NY    I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling ...

As I have said in one of my poems: Once I have a pencil in my hand I am the god of my own little ...

I am complexity in its simplest form. I have just recently started to write again as I try to find myself, which I will leave ...

I'm an old-school, pre-web published poet, painter and arts promoter. My background in the arts are eclectic -from the visual arts, classical music, opera, theatre ...