Forms and storms. Between poetry and narrative.
Migrations on the mythic, unraveling traps and titillations running for and from, sacred and the absurd, in battles between ancient and modern ways of language for things.
Quizzical interest in logic of language in Math, as illusional abstractions, that harken back, to visitations of spirit in metaforms.
Drawing and design. Mother raised me to be a designer. I have worked in Page Design, Interior Design, Fashion Illustration, Surface Art, as Colorist, on Technical Packages, and in Retail Merchandising. I am known to teach at Parsons School of Design, New School University.
Recently started working on translations. After several “false” starts, am translating now Cioran’s Journals. Here.

Nick Cave did me a “big” fave, so I do RH Index for him here.
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. They are “treasure” to my psyche.
Concede to alovefor stealingfreedoms – freedom to delve and evolve rhetorically with poetry as base animal.
Let Ride
Let ride
the rhyming thickness
sickness
dig for cues,
and rim bow
booze
sylph and silt
the silo
for philo -
what falls
down wells
in tidal swells
and all that climbs,
and teeters
into rhymes.

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