My poetry on relationships with Self, with others, and with Nature. My body of heArtwork that to me are "penbleeds" before I began going by their name too in honor of the process by which they're born, because when the epiphany strikes, the poetry telling what I learned and left and grew from comes out like a flooding stream, sending me running for paper with my pen about to burst much like a nose bleed rushing to tissue to contain it.