My day starts when I sit down to write. I drop in by tapping the keyboard or scribbling in a notebook. I like to smell something lovely as I work—incense, perfume, flowers. Fresh coffee is essential.

I write to soothe the angst and grief I sense at the edges. It’s always there; the only question is what to do. I ease friction through fiction.

Clarice Lispector, Simone Weil, and Sheila Heti are authors I admire for their art, philosophy, and lifestyle. I have always pursued complex and dispossessed characters in life and novels. I am interested in those who've veered a little left away from the familiar and perhaps fallen into the prickle bush.

I practice and teach yoga—vinyasa and kundalini. Movement is my way of expressing the subconscious. I collect the stories that unfold as my body beats and breathes through little prose poems.

My current landscape is curvaceous with lemon, plum, and olive trees. My neighbor is a striped cat who prefers to be scratched under the chin rather than the belly. I learn through experience, though my favorite pastime is reading.

Water flows from the river, and the white noise reminds me that something will prompt me to shift location before I think I am ready. Feeling is first, and my only goal while I'm here is to reveal the sonata of my soul.

Formal education:

  • Bachelor of Arts (Literature, poetry, philosophy) - Simone Fraser University

  • Creative Writing Program - UC Berkely

My Dharma is to write. My favorite thing to do is read.

I romanticize my literary discovery somewhat like Fernando Pessoa; instead of a wooden trunk, my kin will discover my prose in a Google folder.

I currently create content for Practice with Clara, a yoga streaming platform focusing on community and education. 

Poem 2.

The woman disrobes, leaving her lace to the shadows.

Rootless Root, her wings are the essence of breath.

Possessiveness is the seat of sorrow.

The woman’s sigh undulates the trees.

The boughs tremble, and leaves dissolve. There is a heat in the body that must be treated.

You have been initiated; the river beckons.

The woman is stretched out, as transparent as the butterfly beating its wings in tune with the cosmic cycle.

As the moth lands on the log, the fifth depth is born.

Take life as it comes.