Dear Readers,

I joined this site under dark clouds. For I ran from my past and black bears. Poetry Soup allowed me to recalibrate. It was the antidote that steered me in the right direction. Writing poems allowed me to soften my rough edges-to see deer, and to disengage from my unsavory past. My eyes opened. And I laughed once again, especially at reading my poems. In some ways, all modesty aside, I think I have a creative side and can make readers laugh. 

What should be noted is that nobody in my family, friendships, Facebook, or workplace is privy to my moonlighting. It's best that way. I would rather spread my ink in solitude, being incognito, being in my own little world, doodling here, doodling there, to the circle of readers here. My kid sister sees me as an illiterate clown. I don't blame her. But if only she knew of the other side.

The years passed by quickly, too quickly, and some days, some poems were better than others. There have been no trophies, POTD, or top 100 list, but the true litmus test I see is what I see in myself-I feel extremely satisfied with my passage here. Honestly. 

Briefly, I reside in Hawaii and leave no branches on the tree. Underachieved in school, life, and advancing forward (college dropout). Had great eye and hand coordination in excelling in sports and games. But when it came to choosing friends and making career choices, I was completely blind. My favorite hobby and leisure is being married to books, and caring for my Maltese.

I'm not wrapping it up. But you never know when the door closes. Hence, this bio today (I didn't want to leave a blank page), and I wanted to say in advance, as tears run down my face, thank you, readers, for your visits, cups of tea, hugs, and for allowing me to share in the relaxed ambiance of Poetry Soup.

Blessings, and hugs to all

Connie Pachecho

10/16/25