I was born near a river and seem to always end up living close to one. I have two grown sons. I’m a dog person. I’ve worked in healthcare and publishing. I try to study and internalize good poetry, poetry that I like, emulate it, extrapolate on it, and just have fun while also learning, remembering, savoring, trying things. There are times, though, when I mostly just try to get out of the way because in many ways the subconscious is a much better writer than I am. I strive to be a better editor, though. I have three degrees, but none of them are in creative writing (all due respect to those who've taken that path).

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I have facilitated a handful of small groups in hopes of being supportive to other writers, mostly poets. They’ve taught ME so much. I’ve been writing songs. My houseplants are still alive. I’m now really into jazz. I’m no longer a vermiculturist (they died last winter, not sure why). I don’t think one can ever read too much Dean Young. I have a penchant for the weird, the edgy, the abstract, the offbeat, or leaning toward that, without, hopefully, losing touch with the expression of meaning. Bumblebees are loud when you’re sitting on the ground next to a bunch of flowers and they fly from one to another not wanting to miss a single sip.