I write creative nonfiction and experiment with essay: lyric, personal, meditative, and the collage. I am particularly interested in the edges at which fiction, nonfiction, and poetry meet (or don’t) to explore new forms. It’s the Wild West of nonfiction.
I read: my books are dog-eared, highlighted, Post-It noted, and margin-scribbled. The bindings fall off. Duct tape helps. I hole-punch favorites and insert rings. Nobody will read a book after I’ve read it. Nobody will borrow one of my books either, which is fine by me.
Writing is hard work, and I’m slow to say, “This piece is finished.” The blog’s for fun, and for floating first impressions. The post wedges a thought into a new space, a test. Like little balloons, with strings, that may later become something else. I don’t know.