Exhibition at Franklin Foto, June 2025 I realize it’s been a long time in coming, but work from I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others will finally be seen outside the… Continue reading
It used to be that wherever I traveled, at some point, I would hear the Beatles playing. It was as if they were part of a great worldwide playlist. The band broke up… Continue reading
This machine kills fascists. If wishing made it so. I’ve been working on a new book, a follow up to I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. It’s the last time… Continue reading
February seems to be the unsupportable act,you wait for things to happen; buds to break,or the early death you always fretted, and something mean, bohemian lives in the water, under the skin of… Continue reading
With my family, I drove back and forth across the country, almost since birth. I miss that America of then. It was wilder, more uncertain, disconnected, weirder. Each stop on the road had… Continue reading
I’m doubling up with the next segment of I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others, followed up by a second post of recent work. This week, I spotlight the section on… Continue reading
I do not know these words,they exist in my skin,leaking out like I wasborn to sing spite fortime; my feet do not knowtheir direction, butdrive into the dirtwe drive into the dirt,we taking… Continue reading
I am the land and the land is me. I keep coming back to the old places to remind myself that my pieces, my bones, my blood, my sands and salt and winds… Continue reading
I’m leapfrogging over the next two sections of the book, whizzing past thoughts of identity and of isolation, mostly because regular readers have seen these on multiple occasions while I worked through a… Continue reading
Sharp-eyed readers will likely recognize elements incorporated here from earlier incarnations. But this time I’ve got it. Really. I won’t fuss with them anymore. I mean it this time. There is this ideal… Continue reading
