“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.