“Schuyler” has been pronounced in every which way over the last 19 years, so she’s learned to call herself whatever mouths can muster, but prefers Sky. She was born in the great upstate New York, and now studies under the wide Idaho skies. Writing has been her craft since she taught herself how to hold a pen, and these crooked pretty words have been coming out ever since. Schuyler writes about what she understands, what makes her think, and what she doesn’t have a clue about; but mostly, what’s real. She hopes to reach people she might never meet, and wrap them in welcoming words. Poetry can be sad, but she tries to leave a light on, illuminating the front porch so people know they’re not alone. Read her poems: Swallowing Secrets, Love Reads Braille and To Bodies and Hearts Involuntarily Undressed.
Ijagun Poetry Journal 
I first heard a peek of your talent when you had to speak at church. I was blessed to feel a sprit threw them and have been hooked ever since. I love poetry and every feeling that comes with it. Weather it’s the dark or the light on the porch almost all writing you can feel a little piece of true life. I feel poetry is the reality of life the true words the speak out to you and I feel you miss Schuyler hit it dead on. Your write in such an amazing way. You were blessed to share that talent and I am so glad that you have. Your amazing and your a light on the porch in the writings. I can’t wait to read so much more <3.
Wow, I am so happy that my words have reached out to you so much. I hope that you can continue to find light in them 🙂 thank you very much, it means a lot. ❤
Hi, Sky,
How I remember you sitting outside my bedroom door waiting for me to wake up. Yes, you sat in that little rocking chair, so patient, so expectant. And when I opened the door, I was thrilled that my granddaughter was waiting for me to enjoy her presence another day. And, now, I see that you communicate in/with poetry. I invite you to enjoy my book: Footsteps Along the Way:New Age Hymns and Poems of Power. Bless your heart. You make me rejoice in your presence…
Love,
Grandpa Peck