I just have stories.
I have these EPIC stories inside of me.
I have 13 ways of kissing history.
I have the dead twin of David Sedaris inside my leg.
I have messes and motives and needs for you.
I have Bon Jovi bourgeois heartbeat memories.
I have trees in my ears.
I have stars inside of my mouth.

Or that is what I wrote a few days ago.

My name really is Amy Turn Sharp.

It used to be just Amy Turn.

I had no middle name.

It was a very short name.

I am a free spirit.

A baby poet.

A lover. A wordie.

Our family owns Little Alouette and we love design + toys.

I wrote a novel and now I have no clue what to do with it.

I can play the Appalachian 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon game all night long.

I like beer and radishes.

I love you.

You very well may have met me in a pub in Europe.

I will write for you.

Just ask me.

I am writing a poem every single day in 2012.