My name is Heather and I have to say that I barely know one end of a poem from the other.
I write to get all of the crap out of my head and make room for some more. don't know what I would actually do without pen and paper. Sometimes the ink is like blood pouring from my heart other times like plain old ink coming from the nib of my pen but what the hell. it helps me... I like it and thought maybe you might like it too.

Get in touch and let me know what you think...