Mya C. Brooks: When the Dreams Speak Words

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May 20 by The Running Son

The Running Son:

“Now, there is an awesome poet. Anybody that can be just as disappointed as I about the lack of an appropriate Apocalypse is, in my book, most definitely worth reading from. And with that in mind, let me go ahead and share some of the works that Mya so graciously allowed We Drink Because We’re Poets to feature today.” ……

from the article by Sahm King

Originally posted on We Drink Because We're Poets:

People people people!  Guess what today is?  MONDAY!  And since it’s Monday, we’ve another spectacular feature lined up for you, and this young lady is a very, very interesting human being.

-Mya Brooks-

Mya Brooks

Mya C. Brooks

Mya C. Brooks is a twenty-three year old green horn with absolutely no credentials to speak of, that just so happens to live in New London Connecticut, a small town that constantly smells of salt water and engine fuel. Born of Hartford, The capital of CT to a hard working redheaded mother and a rather ‘interesting’ father, who irritatingly named her eldest brother Angelo, to later name his third daughter Mya…which had undoubtedly sparked some sort of ironic love for poetry as well as cats. By the time Mya Brooks turned seven she had proclaimed to her Mother that Poetry is more important than breathing. Of course after hearing this seven-year-old epiphany Mya’s…

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