POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
aging gracefully
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Hollywood Dramaturgy and an Alternative Love Story
I was beginning to fall asleep just after dinner last night, but forced myself awake hoping for a good night’s sleep instead. And right before bed I checked my phone to see if any of my students had received positive Covid results. And, yes, to see how many of the Republicans in the United States…
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According to Plan
I have to admit to myself that very little of my life has gone according to plan. It would be comforting to claim that this has been for the best. But it has been, such that this is now. I find myself circling back to old desires that were somehow discarded along the way –…
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Not a Journey
And not a poem. I’m jumping off here. I’m not on a journey to improve myself every day. I’m not aiming for the unattainable ever-better, of self-development’s neat infinity. I’m a warped impressionist mess doing the best I can each dayin each moment I manage to catch myselflaughing: me as an infant innocently tasting the…
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A Trick of Light
I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…
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Amor Fati as Ars Poetic
or… That’s a load of Latin. “There is thus a will to live without rejecting anything of life, which is the virtue I honor most in this world.” ― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus I’ve been carrying a moment of self-consciousness since I read the galleys for my most recent book. (Not that recent, I’m…