Our nature as sensitive beings is far too complex to break apart, re-examine and reshape in a poem.

Bound in primal longings, we pine to be understood by ourselves.

English was my fourth language. I arrived, I enrolled in public school, as a child, I believe I was about six years old when we finally landed in Michigan. And I was initially put in special education because I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the English language because I was listening to Hungarian and Albanian and German. My mind broke down like I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the fourth language.

We have such a finite amount of hours on this planet, and there is just no excuse for living a mundane, predictable life in life.

If I'm not writing a poem to decompress from my experiences on a movie set, I usually just cook and it's like meditative. Especially since I'm at the stage now where I don't really use measuring cups. Kind of instinctual, I just kind of prepare my own dishes as I go along.

Our nature as sensitive beings is far too complex to break apart, re-examine and reshape in a poem.

I feel every medium of art needs to heal to some degree. It can't live in it's own void, and this came from my earliest experiences as a young refugee.