HUMAN INTERVIEWS

i am grateful to conduct interview dialogues with people of different place, experience and belief on ideas of self/not; time; wondrous things; and unanswerable questions. in 2014 i began to collect audio interviews on my travels and where i live. since then they have been used as accompaniment in the classes and workshops i facilitate;… Continue reading HUMAN INTERVIEWS

nevereven

youvenever heardof me. youvenever heardof your dislike for me or your disrespect. nevershared this as a home. neverfelt allthatyou see as not yourown. youvenever heardof your adoration for me, your kindness. nevertimed connection in trees. neverfelt love peace or fear with the idea of me, or the real. youvenever heardof re-recognizing what you see. neverlearned patterns of perception… Continue reading nevereven

| Time In

Time In | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM | Cultural Arts Center, Columbus OH | mfa thesis TIME IN | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM the premiere of 'Time In' is three weeks away, I'm going over three years of this project's process, excerpted here: rhrsl footage of justin and ella, audio interview with ali Time… Continue reading | Time In

thereislove

thereislove all that we experience creates how we feel and how we feel others. thereislove we are human beings, changeable and changing. thereislove in standing up, in calling out. we decide to see. to call out atrocity - like customs of hate until death and the killing of we. we decide to hear. to stand together in our need… Continue reading thereislove

walkeye and the time-being

Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being

the sacred feminine

rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine