Please tell us a bit about yourself.
I am a photographer with no filter, a poet who writes with purpose, a person with too much passion, and a philosopher unfolding into a new phase. I am a recent graduate from the University of Colorado at Boulder. I graduated with Philosophy and Creative Writing and am now pursuing a life that worships less analytics and more emotion.
When you create, what inspires you?
The mysticism and mysteries of what it means to be human.
Tell us about the specific inspiration behind one or each of your accepted pieces.
My poem, “The Fog of a Freezing Morning” was inspired by exactly that; the fascination of fog, the warmth one finds freezing at five am, and the infatuation I have with trees.
What is your medium of choice? Why?
Poetry is certainly my medium of choice, mostly because of its paradox. It says more with its sounds than its content, it speaks that which is unable to be spoken, and it makes the ineffable, effable- through its rhythm, intention, metaphor, and willingness to let go of what we think writing should look like, act out, or convey. The act of writing poetry is an operation of surrender, it is a practice of meditating on metaphor, and being free to investigate all that it means to be human and healing. It, ironically, allows us to let go of our ideas of good writing only to then produce a perfect piece of poetry.
How did you first discover your love for creating?
I was a young girl who couldn’t afford therapy and couldn’t always go to her parents with her problems, and so I became my own therapist: writing down what I thought I needed to hear. When I wrote in this disembodied way, I realized I was free to put anything on the page. Words could make music, and poetry could be therapy. In other words, when I am writing well, I am not writing; creation takes over, and we find poetry in every moment. We find that we have always been creating.
fēlan is old English for feel. What makes you feel attraction?
I am attracted to many things. I fall in love with just about everything, which is divinely dangerous. I think it is a wonderful thing, to allow oneself to become utterly consumed by the beauty of things. I am attracted to the truth of the trees, the moment before a deep breath, the way we can’t see wind, the people who keep eye contact, the words I don’t know the meaning of, the unconditional love, the idealistic activists, the rain when its warm, the snow when it floats, and the humans who are humbled to be here at all.
Please feel free to add anything else you think is relevant.
“The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.”-Walt Whitman and so, in a world that wishes us quiet, let your voice be heard.