About the Artist













I’ve always turned to poetry when there were no other answers.
To rhythm, when the story broke.
To metaphor, when language ran out.

Art has never been a hobby for me, it’s been a lifeline.
A language my nervous system understood
long before I had the words to explain what happened to me.

After open-heart surgery and a near-death experience,
I found myself inside a silence that the world didn’t know how to hold.
What I didn’t know at the time was that I was being initiated
into the language of edges, thresholds, and unseen healing.

The poems that came from that place were not tidy.
They were not “inspirational.”
They were raw, strange, tender, surreal.
They told the truth in a voice I didn’t recognize yet as mine.

And slowly—through trauma, grief, and transformation—I came to realize:
This is the work.
Not fixing. Not forgetting. Not spiritual bypass.

But witnessing.
Creating.
Re-threading coherence through art.

I am an artist who works at the edge of the story

where language begins to shake,
where experience becomes myth,
where pain becomes signal,
where the self re-forms.

My work lives at the intersection of:

  • Medical trauma and the stories we were never allowed to tell

  • Psychedelic integration and the longing to make meaning from vision

  • Near-death thresholds and the rebirth that follows

  • Creative practice as a nervous system ritual

  • Poetry, sound, and myth as sacred technologies of remembering

I have an MFA in Creative Writing,
but what shaped me most were the moments no program prepared me for.
The moments I wrote through pain.
The moments I shaped a story instead of letting it shape me.

Now, I offer my work in two ways:

  • As a guide for others walking through their own integration

  • And as an artist—sharing the raw, resonant edges of my own

While much of my work was shaped by medical rupture—open-heart surgery, a near-death experience, and the silence that followed—my art has always reached further than the body.

I write about heartbreak.
About what we carry when no one believes us.
About intimacy, survival, and the ache to be seen.

My poems are often raw, intense, sometimes strange.
They’re not medical, they’re mythic.
And they’re my way of making beauty from what tried to break me.

If you’d like to explore my offerings, go [here].
If you’d like to witness my poetry and personal creative work, go [here].
If you’re carrying a story that doesn’t yet have a form,
you’re in the right place.

This is where we remember together.