Life is a lot– militarism, capitalism, broken nervous systems and all. But! I have the best partner and friends, write poetry, make films and water-doodles, and have printed waaay too way many zines, all the while running, skiing and hiking. But really, I just want to cuddle with my dog.
Listen… (coming soon!)
Lyca’s Moons: A podcast of somatic poetry on the move. (Almost) every week, I’ll beam a fuzzy transmission of somatic poetry prompts, from this entangled post-colonial detritus we call the Appalachian Trail, to draw closer to still living ecosystems. Preview on my Substack.
In living solidarity with the space dog Laika: knowing we have a second shot at life on this planet, and maybe we dogs and humans could just be keeping on another intimate walking adventure.
in the meantime, Watch a few…
Trail Medicine at the Trail Running Film Fest), Paying Attention (Fireweed Film Fest), and Riding a Bike to Therapy (Jackson Hole Poetry Box)
and Read a few…
Saguaro (Mobile Moon Coop), Snag and Love — Not Cops! in the Library (Cooper Point Journal). Memory Box (Not Ghosts but Spirits V), and Looking for Datura (Querencia Press’s Spring 2024)
Dang, I’ve made a lot of stuff! Here is a ephemeral library of my art and reflections on it! You can view my work chronologically (including LOTS of zines!) , below …
Forest for the Trees #1: A Forest Grief Zine
This zine was a collection of community art focused around grieving the Pennywise Clearcut, outside of Quilcene, WA. We assembled this piece over a period of a few months, initiated and then finalized with Danielle’s editorial fervor, extremely beautiful submissions, and my layout engine working until it buckled, my organizing engine going so fast it…
Throwback Film: ‘Trail Medicine’, Disability Justice Trail Running, and awkward comments
In the spring of 2020, I was set to take my first plane ride in many years, and attend a writers’ retreat on Whidbey Island. I got a call, from my sister, and a forwarded email from our cousin, saying that many elders were dying of a virus. “It’s bad, do not come here”, she…
“Looking for Datura” in Querencia Spring 2024 Quarterly
One of my favorite poems, about one of my favorite flowers. An elegant ditch weed, a mesmerizing creature you feel staring at you. How much time I spent hunting for that sound, and that glow. In Querencia Press’s Spring 2024 Quarterly Anthology.
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