Opus II, Issue III is a shattered mirror reflecting the many timbres of light & its lack, the edges of the body dissolving on the lip of gravity.
Read MoreI need silence, especially if I’m trying to make work from an egoless place.
Read MoreThere is something otherworldly about daytime unhinging itself from the necessity of light.
Read MoreI never write a poem unless it is a song, and I never write a song unless it is a poem.
Read MoreWe don’t have to bruise ourselves to be in love with this process. We can listen to the music and let the evening carry us.
Read MoreVenus is rising on Half Mystic Journal. Opus II, Issue III: Vesper sleepwalks to life on July 28th, plucked like a violin string from that quicksand hour before dreaming.
Read MoreI gave up the certainty in sunlight, 8 A.M. Sunday service. But aureole, catacomb, vigil, vesper: those have stayed with me.
Read MoreSurreality brings me closer to reality.
Read MoreI wrote as a way to explain the world to myself—to feel like I had some agency, even if my only power was as a witness.
Read MoreMany of my songs are inspired by humanity’s relationship to nature—how we move toward and away from it, and what we lose or find in that process.
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