I have been writing from a very young age... I expressed myself with words before the visual. My mom had a love of books and introduced me to reading early on... I was always in the library. I found the smell of books intoxicating...like opium on a chinese day. Writing poetry gave me a voice and helped me to cope with my inner world. I could paint pictures with words. When I was 10 my poem about "Hunger" was printed in the New York Times. There was some sort of school contest...That made me realize I might have something to say... I am never at a loss for words... except for now... come visit me in my poetry pen...