“I think I eventually became loyal to a different kind of truth, an emotional truth that requires misremembering and collaging experiences from different phases of my life and imagination.”
Continue reading“At the intersection of my obsession with art, music, and the boundless worlds of books was poetry—a symphony for the page, a dance across the canvas of language.”
Continue reading“Give yourself permission. Don’t question yourself before you’ve begun.”
Continue reading“How do language, image, and form fight me on the page as I attempt to accurately map the full ecosystem of a feeling?”
Continue reading“There is no clean, simple ‘growth’ to be found here, but I think it would be silly for a book about clouds to not, in some way, embody change.”
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