And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers' poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.

Fireworks. Snowflakes.
Sunstroke and frostbite.

It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected.

I expected demands.
He gifted me with tenderness.

I expected ego.
He let me experiment.

I expected disrespect.
He called me beautiful.

I expected him to expect perfection.
He taught me all I needed to know.

I wanted to meet the monster.

Why go down if you can go up?

I really get that some people like the roots-rock, storytelling thing that I was doing, and I'm proud of that.

I'm drawn to doing interesting stuff at work. And some of the time with the supernatural, you get to do really crazy, fun things. But I'm not a big genre-fantasy gal, particularly.