What job would you do for free?
“If unpaid, I’d still craft verse,
To mend the soul and soothe its thirst.
A poet’s voice seeks no reward
Just freedom where the dreams are stored.”
What job would you do for free?
“If unpaid, I’d still craft verse,
To mend the soul and soothe its thirst.
A poet’s voice seeks no reward
Just freedom where the dreams are stored.”
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?
I seldom watch the games unfold,
The medals won, the stories told.
But grace in motion speaks to me
Like gymnasts floating weightlessly.
Or archers still, with focused aim,
Their silence whispering the flame.
I see in sport what poems show
A quiet strength, a steady flow.
How would you improve your community?
For little feet and souls so wise,
A world of love before their eyes.
With hands that guide and hearts that cheer,
I’d fill their days with warmth and care.
Through laughter bright and stories told,
I’d bridge the young and hug the old.
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
I learned to yield, I learned to sway,
Like trees that bend but never fray.
I learned to introspect, observe, and grow,
To trust myself, to ebb and flow.
The bonds of family, strong and true,
Have deepened as we journeyed through.
The online world has made me see,
The value time holds precious and free.
The storm has passed, yet I remain,
Changed yet whole, through loss and gain
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

Sunrise paints the sky in gold,
I breathe, I stretch, my soul unfolds.
Birdsong weaves the dawn so true,
Earth and I, in harmony anew.
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
Each one of us is unique and free,
In dreams we chase, in truths we see.
With visions vast and paths our own,
No two souls are ever known.
Through hopes we hold and views we weave,
In all we cherish, all we believe.
A world within, a voice so true,
No one is me, no one is you.

If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Where words like rivers softly flow,
And weary hearts begin to glow.
A place where strength and verse unite,
To turn the dark to healing light.
The wounded paw, the weary wing,
The whispered pain of suffering.
Here, hands bring comfort, hearts impart,
A gentle touch, a mending art.
With every breath, with every rhyme,
We dance through space, we move through time.
To heal, to love, to set souls free,
A luminous bond eternally.
What makes you laugh?
Within my soul, a laughter sways,
A silent song in life’s ballet.
Storm or sunshine, rise or fall,
I find a jest within it all.
For life’s a stage, a fleeting show,
And I must dance where currents flow.
Yet in my core, untamed and free,
Laughter lives eternally.

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
At five, I cherished tales I spun,
Weaving worlds in golden sun.
Now I write, the dream lives on,
A storyteller never gone.
Ink and soul, a perfect blend,
A tale begun that knows no end.