Legacy

In my poetry and prose, I do not seek to provide answers. Every person I meet is for me—at first glance—also potentially an exile. And so, I try to listen—to fractures, to margins, to interrupted voices. In this chaotic cacophany I have found an opening, a point of meaning—perhaps even a form of resistance—in the act of writing itself: as a dumbfounded witness to the fragmentation, the repositioning, the shifting ground we now live on. Writing gives me ground to stand on. Without it, I stand nowhere. Writing opens the possibility that something larger than me might come forth and create meaning for others as well.