Meet Regina

Born to an artist and a preacher in the desert of Texas, raised by the book, molded by the nature of Michigan, Regina tramps through mud puddles and collects birch bark peels. She is a wife and mother of three girls and trained as a chef. Her truest voice is poetry but she also writes YA and MG. She is a student of life who is always questioning and prefers carrot juice to coffee.

Where I Am From

I’m from mesquite bushes and

Cicada shells put

under Grandpa’s hat.

I am from caliche soil

that doesn’t let water

soak in,

pecans picked,

piled high

in paper bags.

I am from a double-wide

trailer in

tornado’s way.

And burning sun that

rattlesnakes hid from.

I am from cowboy hat and

three-piece suit,

from Carol and Juan.

I’m from bible-reciting- holy-rollers and

oil-anointing artists.

I’m from horse trough swimming

afternoons,

sweet tea and tortillas made from masa.

From the eyesight Mother lost in

her right eye on her honeymoon.

Under my bed was

a pile of handmade toys.

A silent congregation awaiting

my goodnight prayers.

I am from those moments in

the dark when

light seeped in.

-Regina Buckroe Gort