
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.)