hi:

writing has always been a secret -- i hide in tiny corners when i write, and growl at people who try to read over my shoulder. i bite the people who insist upon tearing the pages from my hand and literally screaming the words at the top of their brutal lungs. ask the man who led my english class junior and senior year of high school; he paid for trying to turn my sweet little hobby into something large and commercial and boastful.

i will not have that.

i am here solely to become more comfortable with the idea of being read, perhaps being understood. i am known as a photographer -- what is to become of my words?

they usually hide and die in the very place they were born.

xxx