Excellent question. Sometimes I ask myself the same thing. I know I've been away for a bit, and I'm trying to be more present, get back into the habit of leaving the house, and—wild concept—performing in front of actual humans again. It's a work in progress. The couch remains a formidable opponent. In the process of digging through old files, notebooks, random folders, and what can only be described as an archaeological excavation of my creative life, I unearthed a decade's w

Thanks to all who attended the first of hopefully many miniature workshops. If 20 folks had shown up it would have been a mess so 10 is...

As I embrace my 58th year on this planet, I am grateful for the support that continues to fuel my artistic journey. The pandemic reminded...

What an interesting three years it has been. I have had Covid twice, windshield wiper depression, a huge case of on again, off again...

Today I am honored to release my new collection of poems, Drowned: A Mermaids Manifesto and being named in Creative Loafing Best of list....

Libation we are all uncomfortable I think hands at my sides her raw face the color of meat downcast eyes land on my shoes an apology of...

I write because sometimes this shyt don’t make sense. When I say shyt, I could mean life. I could mean this world or the people in it. ...