Where the Heart Is (Part 1)

Where the Heart Is (Part 1)

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining, and passion,...
A New Kind of Beast

A New Kind of Beast

The wind is blowing so hard it feels like I can’t hold on much longer. Even if I do, I can’t be convinced that the tree won’t get blown away itself. My little claws are grasping onto a thin branch as I look down to the depths of where I could fall. In this moment I...
The End of This Story

The End of This Story

Dear You, I am writing this letter because it felt strange to leave without saying goodbye. I want you to know that it is not because of anything you did or did not do, but simply because it is time to move on. I will always carry a part of you with me wherever I go....
The Event of a Thread

The Event of a Thread

the event of a thread created by Ann Hamilton for the Park Avenue Armory this November i was invited by Anne Bogart to participate as a reader in Ann Hamilton’s installation event at the Park Avenue Armory. as both a great honor and delight, i am reading to pigeons...
A Private Room in the Wide Open

A Private Room in the Wide Open

:: walking down Marlborough Road in Ditmas Park makes me remember some of my dreams growing up :: when i was little i always wanted a room with a cushioned bench by the window, so that i could sit there and look out and dream. safe and cozy, and still connected to the...
In The Process of Processing

In The Process of Processing

:: the process that i go through writing this blog :: DMunk and i affectionately joke about my never-ending ability to be “meta” about everything. (and you better believe that when i found out that WordPress has a Tag Cloud above a section called Meta, i...

Changing Our Selves, Not Otters

coming back to New York is difficult. i have been here a day and a half and already, i am overwhelmed with meetings, work, emails, rehearsals, and more. it comes down to this obsession with time. how can i find enough time in the day to do all these things and do...

Our Weird and Wonderful Ways

:: A Family Collaboration :: i have been thinking a lot lately about co-existence. this summer has brought a lot of odd changes to my life and apartment. once a solitary yoga haven where i could write, eat, and create in a void, it is now going to be occupied by a...

Words About Where We Are And What We Know

i am feeling very quiet today. i don’t have much to say, so i am going to let someone else do the speaking for me: “Home.” Leo worked at a small sliver of wood on the old trunk. “The Island’s always been home to me. How did you like living in New York?” “I loved it...

Focused on Awareness of Reading and Writing

for most of my life, i had this issue that i thought was a problem: it is really hard for me to focus on one thing at one time. in school, i had an equal passion for English, Science, Math, History, Photography, and Art classes. they all engaged me in learning. and...