to make more happiness: repeat

something happened after my mom died: i couldn’t get words out. it felt strange and terrible. i was used to making words appear as readily as my lungs brought breath to my mouth. without words, it seemed i’d forgotten how to breathe. but i wasn’t dead. i hadn’t actually forgotten how to breathe. i had just forgotten how good it felt to take a deep belly breath in, to let it out, nice and slowly, and do it again and again and... Read More

i am remembering everything

i’ve got new work!A� A� A�A�A�A� A�A�A�A�A�A� at collector gallery 2950 college ave, berkeley ARTIST RECEPTION friday july 13th 6-8pm see more here (work will be showing until the end of august) A� A� My work, rooted in creating typewritten poems on demand, is interested in what happens when obstruction and objective meet. In this series, titled “I Am Remembering Everything,a�? the usual obstructions... Read More

moms love poems.

it’s true. moms love poems.* especially poems that are custom, one of a kind, and made to order just for mom. how do i know moms love poems? because i’ve heard them say, “oh, this is lovely,” and, “what a neat idea! so thoughtful!” and, “thank you for the beautiful poem. it made me cry.” yes, sometimes poems make moms cry. the good kind of tears. the i-feel-so-thought-of-and-loved-and-taken-care-of-kind... Read More