writing

Different mediums rub up against and fuel each other.  In my own process, my photographs are visual narratives bristling with story, my writings a string of images blowing on the line.   

I’ve always thought poetry is meant to be read aloud, with the body as vehicle for sound, breath and rhythm.  I am grateful to two poets who mentored me in voice and ear, David Whyte and Fran Quinn, both of whom embody the spirit of oral traditions.  I have spoken my poems in libraries, salons, cafes, clubs and bookstores.  (See resume for publications.)  

That said, look for my book of poetry and personal essays, “What’s Left Behind,” to be published in 2008.