Queen Ex is a Los Angeles-born poet who started writing at age 10, published at age 12, and performed spoken word starting at age 16 in Oakland. Three years later, her writing became works of fiction that remained unpublished as she pursued a communications career in her hometown. As a poet she toured the L.A. indie scene, won a Rising Star Music Award in 2014, was briefly an erotic fiction ghostwriter, and worked with various entertainment professionals while studying media communications at Full Sail University. In 2015, her work as a host and production assistant on Callywood Media Network founded her ambitions to produce more podcasts and eventually radio-plays. Two years later, she joined the Community Literature Initiative Program and became the author she dreamed she could be. In 2019, her first collection of fiction, HIDDEN MOMENTS, was published by World Stage Press. Periodically she gives guest lectures on the creative process, writes for online publications, and recites poetry at events. As of 2021, bringing financial literacy to creative professionals has been a major focus of her public platform. She currently lives in Los Angeles and expects to publish more works in the future. "As a poet and an optimist, I believe I can change lives through unique outreach and communication skills. I have seen it happen firsthand. My story has value and I make it a priority to help others tell theirs." - Queen Ex
HIDDEN MOMENTS is a short story collection mirroring some of your most intimate thoughts. These stories address real moments that you may never speak on. They highlight some pivotal moments where a single choice can change the course of one’s entire life.
Hidden Moments by Queen Ex
From Upcoming Book Open Eyes
WHEN LOVING A BURNED HEART
When loving a burned heart
Remember that it may eternally smoke,
And leave you blind.
Remember that it leaves flakes of ashed muscle tissue
For which to wipe your eyes,
And once the dryness of those crisps deteriorate into dust
It may soak up all the tears you cry.
When loving a burned heart
Remember that it is much like getting water from stone,
An impossible task lest you be an alchemist.
Remember that it will take miracle magic
For it to accept love is in its midst,
Even when it bleeds profusely from an open fist;
Once, too, afraid of Love’s bliss.
When loving a burned heart,
remember the fires of old times
still ember with white-hot heat.
Remember there were past lovers with their brands
scarring the heart as it beats
on what’s left of its walls and
held loosely by its torn strings.
You may love a burned heart,
but be forewarned;
Your tears wet a barren land
while your love seeps through
lonely, open hands.