haylee beth

Close your eyes, before we meet. Keep them closed, your jewel-markers, and inhale one pure mouthful of life, let it rest in your chest. Now, softly, open your eyes.

Welcome. It is dark and I can hear the frogs outside, and the million murmurs inside my mind. I can taste pumpkin and plastic, a hazy kind of perfection.

For as long as I can remember poetry has been my way in the world, I pick it up, as I walk, a broken leaf, a little bird's wing. Poetry in my discoveries, and poetry in my abandonment. Poetry in my travels and poetry in pause.

I have written in journals, on skin, & sexy keyboard letters. I have poured every inch of my feeling-heart-beating-self into words, expression on stages, in showers & forest-floors. Wonder through my words, written and spoken, ....... is where you'll find them.

Recently I started the Poetry Box Project, a platform where I get to experiment with the meeting place between written word and visual feel-me-up art.

You may want to support me, because you love what I do and you support the way I live, breathe through art, faith - my flashlight and passion, my muse. Or maybe you'd like a gift for a friend or partner, but cannot find the inspiration to create something personal. I will be your personal artist. Just visit me here -

Whatever it is that has brought you here, I want to show you Glorious. Come, join me in our two-way dream-station.

I want to feed you, art-food.