Amy Alexander

I grew up in Colorado, right between Aspen and Vail, and the breathtaking beauty, extreme cold, long winters, short days, odd folklore, and vibration of that place on earth was my first experience of poetry. When I was in sixth grade, we were given an assignment to write a poem. I wrote twelve, and felt like I was at home in that medium. It is definitely a medium that one has to grow into, though, and so, for many years, I considered myself much more a musician, dancer, and artist before I thought of myself as any kind of writer.