Meet Taylor Johnson,
Dreamworker Poet
Taylor’s Origins as a Poet and a Dreamer ….
As a young one growing up on five acres in Western Maryland, the land of the Piscataway people, my best friends were trees and flowers. My two younger sisters and I climbed trees, chased our pet cats and dog, and followed our imaginations into wild little worlds of our own making.
My favorite pastime was to walk in circles on the paths of my mother's overgrown garden and make up stories, speaking both the dialogue parts and the narration. Whenever I would get a free moment, I would dash off into that "little house of my own", as my maternal grandmother used to call that state of lush solitude. I'd pick up the thread where I'd left it last and continue on. A waking dream….
Taylor’ s beloved childhood home, The Farm, just outside of Manchester, Maryland.
As an adult, I now dream on the homelands of the Tohono O’odham and Pascua Yaqui peoples, where I tend both domesticated and wild beings on a scrappy Southside plot of land I’m rewilding in a slow spiral. I’m still talking to trees and chasing around a cat and a dog. I’m dreaming here in a “little house of my own” in Cuk:son, thousands of miles from where I was born, but more at home than ever before in my unfolding story.