Who am I?
A person, built by quiet storms and violent lullabies.

I write from the places where body, memory, and myth collide —
to anchor myself in the now.

Stunningly imperfect.
A wall walker, a fool, a sage,
a siren, a priestess, an ass,
and a mischief.

And most of all,
a keeper of secrets.

So I invite you in and lay myself bare.

R.