Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Don't you love
I walk
toward the moon
it walks behind
I walk
it walks ahead
it mimics
the most
intimate minutiae
of me
like my right hand
swings straight back
in full fling
while my left
holds itself still
in a cup.
On a surfboard
such paddling
would bring me

Monday, February 7, 2011

SKELETON WOMAN books have arrived


friends and supporters and cast will begin receiving books in the mail. if you don't get one and feel you're in this category contact me with your address and i'll send you one.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


Andrea Dunlap, the book designer, sent lulu a great e-mail describing the botched covers and they got it. So the 50 books are due any day.

huzzah huzzah. my first book is done. you can order it through lulu.

also had a wonderful design consult with deidre scherer who is "illuminating" my poems from EVERYDAY MERMAID POEMS. quite exciting. I won't tell what we're up to, but i think you will like it. All I'll say is that it leans towards the abstract. Our goal was to have a genuine equal dialogue going on between my work and hers. we've been talking and playing with ideas since a year ago January. You know all that research and exploring basement work before a project begins. And now it's begun.

You can look at Deidre's work at It's a unique form of art which she's created out of fabric and thread. take a look. it's quite special.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

a confession and rambling

i put some of these poems up too early. i just get too excited. and then i find myself tweaking and editing them online. part of what i'm playing with in my art is to let go of the need for perfection. i could go on and give you other rationalizations :-). just so you know i'm both serious about this and not at the same time.

emily dickinson wrote version after version of her poems. editors often don't know which one was THE ONE. guess what. maybe there isn't a ONE. Playwrights often get talked into one version by directors and years later go back and change it. writing my poems: some days i like one version. some days another. sometimes it's mood dependent. sometimes an experience of the event gets richer and i'm clearer about what i want to say. sometimes another experience changes my original experience of the poem. it's like the "choose your own ending stories and films". of course many times "the penny drops" and you get that feeling of resonance and letting go. the search for perfection is limited in the constant multidimensional, plasticity of our world.