During The Reign of M From the beginning, the letter M hung over and shaded my life as if I had been birthed from the mouth of death. Sometimes it would be pleasantly cool in the eddying places of the M—mossy and green and…
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” If a writer writes, but no one ever reads it, is she still a writer? Does getting published make you a real writer? Perhaps…
Write every day. I kept getting this advice from teachers and those wonderful interviews in glossies about process. You just have to train your muscles to write every day, they tell us. I started obsessing over everyone’s writing rituals and daily schedules. “Tell me…
Theoretically, I have always viewed naming as fun, an honor. You get to help define a person, place or thing by providing the word that will distinguish that being or object from all others. You get to put your creativity on display. In reality,…
Almosts Salt was what I couldn’t have, so salt was what I wanted. My tongue ached for it. I dreamt of coarse grains between my teeth and woke with my hands to my mouth, the taste almost real. Of course, it wasn’t really the…
In structuring my art, I am always faced with the dilemma: should my words try to organize my thoughts, or should my words be sculpted into new forms, new poetics of the page, including images and video clips that would mimic the many digressions…
Un Coup de Chance The painting isn’t bad; the painting is “bad.” Loulou the Pomeranian feels the scare quotes vibrating the air around the frame, same as the loose brushwork makes the dry sky on the canvas vibrate. Paint bright, colors saccharine. The pig…