I say this with sincere humility: I aim to create beauty and truth. Which is to say, stories of tragedy and hope, loss and redemption; images of the infinite human longing to connect; silences to acknowledge what cannot be named. My prose and my poetry are sometimes indistinguishable from one another, and in my view that’s a good thing.

To quote myself (from a poem called “What Matters” from GRAVITY):

I wanted to make something out of nothing,

out of air, words.

The simple truth is that I’ve always felt compelled to express myself artistically — and in nearly every form. At one time or another throughout my life, I’ve at least dabbled with being a dancer, singer, actor, painter, musician. I suppose you could say that eventually I realized writing is my home planet, the place I feel able to be most fully myself. Mind, heart, body and soul.

I’m greedy for the natural world in its purest sense. Bluegreen water, salt or fresh; beaches and mountains and deserts. Language of many kinds including independent films and live music. Also, lots of green plants! If I could photosynthesize, I would.