ON Writing a Bio

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I want to write a bio. I need to write a bio. I can write a bio. I want to write a bio that is clear and concise. I want to write a bio that gets to the heart of my life. I want to write more than a list of accomplishments and credentials. So I wrote this:

Artist Statement: The possibility of profound and authentic communication is my motivation and aspiration. My experience of our shared being is informed by all forms.

I want to explain that statement with examples, so I wrote this:

One day I hold a baby. On a hot afternoon, a swimming pool holds me. I walked through a field of nettles that woke up my thighs. When the wind shifted around Janice’s house, I smelled chicken shit in the fields. I lifted the frame of a good size turtle off the hot road as the strong legs and feet pushed against my wrists. I glance to the left and see the bended dandelion, the squat lift of the wild plantain.

Or I think about the stories that arise.

I want to hear the stories of everything. Once I went into a factory that made staples in a maquila. The strands of aluminum stretched thin and glistening, reaching from the spools and into the machines.

I want my bio to include my ambition for world peace, for creative and supportive society.  Might I say that I love to write stories and poems and articles and books? I love to sing songs.  I like to draw and to dance and to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

Tap Roots

I announced my intention as a poet at the age of 9.  The heart path of the poetic life contains all of life. My purpose then is to inhabit the moment with the surface volume and depth of a tap root. I understand this purpose to be essential and logical although perhaps outside the parlance of the everyday.  I do not know as much about limbs and branches, but roots, yes. The most subtle of possibility is in the stretch.

Friday Sky

Friday Sky

the Friday morning sky in Nashville calls me to practice

Un-different

Un-different

the morning in the life of a girl settled in a field

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love

our separation is only incidental, not an expanding reality

This Creative Moment

This Creative Moment

Lying awake after midnight, I rest in my living body moving in time.

I Dream A Mama

I Dream A Mama

What if you dream up the mother that you need and let your blood mother off the hook?

My Mother's Chopin

My Mother's Chopin

Over the past 10 years, amidst other projects, degrees, business startups and family life,  I worked on the poem "Nancy Marguerite's Chopin."