Hello, world. My love for the written word began when I was 7 years old, when I borrowed Black Beauty by Anna Sewell from my school library in the rural Appalachian mountains. It was the first novel I ever read.

It was 1993, and the planet was in a strange place and strange times. I remember my eagerness as I poured through those pages. My tiny heart wept at the terrible abuse Black Beauty lived, but it soared in the moments of kindness, respect, and sympathy that brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps it would have been better to start with something lighter or more adventurous. In any case, reading Black Beauty was probably the perfect prelude to a beautiful, often tragic, sometimes ironically hilarious life.

As I got older, I hungrily devoured literature and spent hours hiding in the library, reading poetry, biographies, novels... anything I could find to drift into an adventure. I was greatly inspired by Rimbaud, Baudelaire, and Verlaine in my teenage years. I dreamt of one day being a poet in Paris while filling pages with my dream-like life.

I spent years travelling and collecting stories and experiences before landing in Paris. The writing happened, the dream came true... then new ones were dreamt, and so the story goes!

In Paris, I earned my BA(Hons) in Comparative Literature and Linguistics and became fluent in French. I still write poetry, primarily for pleasure, and I also lend my words lyrically to songs here and there. I also paint and sometimes share my philosophies about things (as all good Parisians do).

In my writing, I tell a lot of stories. Many of these stories recount moments in my own life where I experienced kindness, love, loss, or a kindred moment with a fellow wandering soul. I've collected more stories than I can ever tell in my countless transatlantic travels, and I hope that you'll find a bit of each of you in them.

If you'd like to use any of my words for your own use or for lyrics, please contact me for credit.