POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Publishing
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Not Sure I Want To Do the Hustle
Literally, I have been an alien for nearly 30 years. Figuratively for much longer. I tried very hard to fit in in high school. And gave up entirely my junior year. All that contorting was very painful. And I never could figure out what I would win from it. Is it possible for life to…
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A Little Announcement
I promised myself a publication date of April 1, 2021. And I managed to pull it off … after what seems like so many years of just thinking about it. This is the first and only time I will duplicate much of the content of my monthly newsletter in my blog posts. But since I…
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Taking Off The Bear Suit
I have been walking so softly – for almost half my life now – that I am a brittle presence in the world. So obsessed with belonging, with not belonging, that I’ve sprouted protection. “Don’t touch me.” All the while sending little coded messages into the world, in the form of poems. In books that…
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A New Season
For some reason I just had a thought about my mother telling me she used to rehearse for her mother’s death. That’s a pretty messed-up way to go through life, isn’t it? I think I inherited that practice. I rehearse for the worse. I don’t trust my resilience. Although in this case, it means that…
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About Everything But
I worry that my children are still ashamed or embarrassed by me. I still talk too loudly – an American voice is placed in the mask – it carries (in more ways than one). It’s a matter of physics. What am I going to do? Adopt an accent? It strikes me as funny that this…
