I make things from words. Poetry, sound, 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.
Performance, multimedia, and work on paper. Here you can watch, listen, learn about, and read my work.
For recent updates on publications and media releases, see the Lately blog.
This archive is a work in progress: sorting the past is not my favorite thing, but slowly I am getting my archive indexed here.
A slideshow of some of my favorite collage work.
Styled like a confessional vlog, a poem about going down down the deep well in search of your bones.
A poem assembled from torn paper fragments considers love versus art, permanence versus the wind.
A priority mail box becomes a personal altar-piece, with a three-panel triptych and plenty of room for objects of personal devotion.
Andromeda chained to her rock conjures the hero she needs. This poem is presented as a hyper-linked text and a video where I read the poem to you—silently..
A brief solo performance about climbing to the top of the Empire State Building and hearing, instead of god, the wind.
An extra-ordinary recitation of a Wallace Stevens poem for voice and debris.
A podcast of imaginatively strange poetry readings recorded especially for you.