
FOR READING
APORIA OR OTHER INDISCRETIONS
Lumen Magazine (September 2015)
Excerpt from Calor: A Dictionary
The Acentos Review (May 2013)
a whiter shade of the lack.
Platform Gallery (2013)
Excerpt from {measurable angle [is to (meaning as periphery) to] tide}
out of nothing] (Fall 2010)
5 Pieces from {measurable angle [is to (meaning as periphery) is to] tide}
Omnia Vanitas Review (Fall 2009)
Half.Life/Wretched Symphony 1.0 (2006)
A Hypertext Poetic Narrative
Poop and Punctuation
my mom blog
FOR LISTENING
Reading from {measurable angle…
jump to 1:16
Sprawl Reading Series (February 2008)
FOR EXPERIENCING
Hilo: Estuarial for the Beaver Moon (2017)

Hilo was a poetic ritual for the full moon (November 2017), which used radical presence, sound, poetry, and movement to energetically–and literally–bind the audience together, and create a vehicle of intention and healing.


Each audience member was asked to receive and embody one of two words: rupture or rapture.


Exploring the ideas of invisible care, vulnerability, and the power of witnessing, MoonWoman served as the energetic conduit between humans and their moon.

Below is the poem composed to focus the ritual’s original envisioning. During the performance, only a few key lines were delivered as energetic anchors.
[silence]
(1)
The moon moves in and out of view in order
to teach us 28 lessons in pulling it together.
The hips are a place of tension, the continental divide of
as above, so below. We stretch and fold
into shapes trying to forget when we were
lunar, or largely composed of instinctive movement–
no gaze–all our parts intact.
“Intact” means there were many secret divisions
to begin with, and this is the secret
of an Earth-bound life. The illusion
of a single breath moving in and out of the throat,
and so we spill ourselves urgently,
not quite reaching the line.
(2)
(3)
a mother’s body loosely draped in light
the way transluscence is a suggestion
with few other options.
an orbiting body moves outside of the gaze,
unless we are willing to always be center
she orbits………….she orbits FOR YOU because these bodies are words stretching themselves across the thin line of time. Word is one and a word is many, multivalent–the mystics call to us and we will not look up. Because we fear if we do, we will become the moon.
She orbits, and she waits
wanting us, as words.
wanting to slink silvery and tender
between our ribs,
to bridge the synapse
we’ve conjured into being.
LET US BE THE MOON’S WORDS
LET US RHIZOME
LET US LAY DOWN ACROSS THE LINE OF TIME
[be.your.words.NOW]
Forest for the Words (2017)
with Saehee Cho
“When we see the forest for the trees, we see that what we each take leaves something behind, and a change is made forever. A textu(r)al journey where the body, language, and the natural world conspire to weave something collaborative and new. In this immersive food installation, participants navigate stringed space, gathering delights from a textile forest. The treasures they find will then be remade through building new contexts. Eat what the forest whispers, drink its prophetic nectars, breathe new meanings into its words.”
Alma Mater: A Sensorial Feast (2016)
with Saehee Cho and Karen Hillenburg
PARTICIPATORY INSTALLATION TAPPING INTO THE FIVE SENSES WITH POETRY, FOOD, AND SPONTANEOUS COLLABORATION










DOUBLE EXPOSURES






FOR VIEWING
You Are Your One Ring (Test)
Poetry in the Morning Series
The pleasure of words in the mouth, first thing in the morning.
Work while at the Center for Integrated Media (2007-09)
When I See You, You See Me (April 2009)


Ritual of the Self (April 2008)

“Shag Shack” with Meghann McCrory and Ali Prosch (2007)
“You Make It Rain” with Meghann McCrory and Ali Prosch (2007)
“Fortune Teller, Fortune Cookie” with Meghann McCrory and Ali Prosch (2007)
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