I like to think about breakfronts on the rhetorical as both willowy and purgative.

Temptations of beauty, that occur in the sublime, as an aesthetic – unraveling its mystery, in poetic storms circling flume bloom subsume,

the mirror and its multipliers,

strays of ecstasy – embodied in poetic embrace in and about body of time —

Migrations on mythic, fall back into, I do, language at its origins, unraveling into forms.

Dark humor engages with titillations of the absurd ;

Seems to me, that its a battle in language that goes on between ancient and modern ways of calling things.

Drawing and design found me. Mother raised me to be a designer. I have worked in Page Design, Interior Design, Fashion Illustration, Print and Merchandising. I am known to teach at Parsons School of Design at New School University.

Drawing too thinks in a familiarity with forms.

Sometimes my poems take on a disquiet that glows moody with beauty and horror, I seem to believe. I’ve never been able to stop writing them.

Or, as it turns out, plunging into narrative for new freedoms. They are “treasure” to my psyche.

Concede a love to steal freedoms from The Masters – freedom to delve and evolve rhetorically with poetry as base animal.

Rhyming 
thickness sickness

dig for cues 
rim bow booze 

sylph + silt 
silo with your philo  

4 what falls in wells 
+ tidals swell

+ all that climbs
+ teeters into rhymes.

I love drawing nudes.