In so much of my life, words have played a key role. They offer me a way to process my
life—its joys, griefs, loves, losses—and a way to look with deep attention at the world
itself, whether that means a tree, a painting, a relationship, a loss of habitat, a great blue
heron, a flood, war, the northern lights. I write, teach creative writing, and work as an
Having a studio among visual artists gives me endless inspiration for my work.
I would like to caption the poem “Lake Morning,” with this statement: “Lake Morning, Solstice” was written in response to a visual art by Andrew Svedlow; both were part of the exhibit Inks.