It's been a circuitous journey to this page, to this moment, but after decades of dreaming, I'm now, at the age of 45 and still a lifetime away from being a "heap of sighs", an author. I just wanted to say hello; we'll see if I can maintain yet another social media platform.

Like most writers, my interests are manifold, but what interests me above all is the process of creation. Whether it be ideas plucked from dreams or details drawn from the workaday world, I'm interested in tracing the way the world finds its way into words. The distinctions between poetry, prose and non-fiction are often somewhat arbitrary, determined by the conventions of place and time. I'm currently working on a fourth manuscript that plays between poetry and prose, fiction and non-fiction, this very moment writing on goodreads and the sun that's coming through the clouds illuminating my forearms.

I hope you're having a good start to this long weekend. Now, I have to get to work on a love poem.

("Heap of sighs" is a line from Jim Harrison or Ted Koosler in Braided Creek)