Every season something to fear. A tree falls on my house and I worry worry worry.Read More
Image-maker. In poetry, sound art, theater, collage.
i make things from words. things that intend towards light. here is that round box from the attic. inside, letters, photographs, unlabeled cassette tapes. some embossed invitations to my imaginative parties, which are select and increasingly irregular. like you, i grow old. i keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. if it would be better to hold something in your hands other than a machine send me a message and i will send you something real.