a phoenix is born...
This story began in winter of 2009 - an odd season for a phoenix to come into this world. While sitting atop of the spiral stairs in my loft apartment, I stared out the disproportionately huge living room window and, well, thought. The music behind me had become white noise and allowed my thoughts to focus for once. The pen in my right hand began writing on the college-ruled notebook my left hand held. I'm not sure how many hours passed, I just know that the notebook filled up by night's end. And so began the journey down the road of song and poetry writing.
I've since dabbled more in amateur photography, written more short stories and poetry than I thought possible, and there is no end in sight.
"what is to be seen
when there is so much light
what is to be dreamed
when imagination knows no night"
from possibilities - buddy heywood