The Elegy Letters (A Selection)

My work as a writer is aimed at truth which, like a song, cannot be contained.

The Synaesthesia Letters (A Selection)

When a poem reaches its most potent limits, I consider it reaching into the state of song.

The Sforzando Letters (a selection)

I write, as Roethke says, "to solve all the leaps of light." I write to do with letters what Thelonious Monk did with piano keys.

The Aubade Letters (a selection)

I have chosen to submit to Half Mystic because it is the only press that has thought to ask what music means to me.

The Interlude Letters (a selection)

To me, music means breath and expansion. It is unifying and freeing at the same time.

The Cadenza Letters (a selection)

I love jazz the way I love empty riverbeds and I love my girl's morning breath and I love the street after it's just rained.

The Grazioso Letters: a selection

I am a lover of music, movement, and embodiment. I love the unarticulated and uncomfortable, the sound of a pause right after a question.

The Nocturne Letters: a selection

I believe music can be found in a gesture, the color of the sky, a smile. But possibly I am confounding music with beauty.

The Saudade Letters: a selection

I live, dream, breathe and revel in the mildewed photo frames that keep on flooding my mind.

The Allegro Letters: a selection

I remember allegro the way I remember adagio, in my bones.