A summary, and a map.

For me, writing poetry is eye-opening. It is heart-spilling wordplay. It is fear. When the words do not come, I shudder in a dark hole, useless. When they do, it is the morning sun, and the smell of fresh coffee. It is burning leaves.

Updates and words and strange things have come home.

Most of my work & current ramblings can be found here – my tumblr, where I am the most active.

…Then there’s twitter (barely an echo), and goodreads.

To contact me, send me an email at cruxymox@yahoo.com.