HER / ME
I am a poet who makes things from words. These things have included works on paper, audio and video recordings, performance, and published work.
My work has appeared in literary journals, on NYC stages, and in earbuds across the world. Join my mail list to get an update when I make something you can see/read/hear.
I love the desert, teatime, solitude, dreams that seem more real (for a little while) than the world I wake up to, and the color red. I’m a native Southerner who now lives in New York.
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Looking over what is now several decades of work, I see myself always spinning from two skeins: mythic imagination and our present world.
For example, the poem Christmas Trees addresses climate change by reimagining our winter solstice myths in a world without winter. these fountains rare here makes a quest out of the arrival at middle age—middle age on Middle Earth, if you will. Intimate Things has its protagonist listening for God on top the Empire State Building, a very American cathedral of steel, thrust, and commerce, where, as he says, “no one has painted the ceiling for you.”
Look at my work and you’ll see my life and our world cross-fading through age-old mythologies in and out of focus again.
