It took suffocating in life (literally & figuratively), to breathe my poetry again.  Grasping for my final breaths on a mountain top, I incurred a hypoxic brain injury, Summer 2019...my life's script unfinished, flashed before me. In my recovery, my journey back to breathing again, my poetry began to emerge after a long, inaccessible hibernation. So, here the words begin to breathe too...where there is no right, no wrong, just the poetry of my soul; free and unleashed, upon these pages. 

Enjoy, and may you too, breathe the poetry of your soul.