Erin Monahan
Me. Chronologically: 35, mentally: 17, poetically: an addict, emotionally: a wreck. Published? Not well, but occasionally. I’m in love with language, obsessive about grammar and spelling, turned off by forced rhyme, exhilarated by concrete imagery and always excited by the unique. In spite of myself, I often have trouble meeting those requirements within the confines of my own work - but not for lack of trying.
