a writer,
of all things learned. and conjured.
“I’ve often thought my friends were tornadoes of madness and I took great pains to deliver them from every self-inflicted low-flying insecurity because they are charmingly blind and all of a sudden I discover it is ME who is mad, that I have madness; I get weird, I have nagging peculiarities, and my insane friends are protecting me from my own pathetic destructive efforts and it is this INTENSE, BEAUTIFUL MYOPIA THAT WE ALL SHARE, this privileged nearsightedness that allows us to continue to dream and create.”
—from my play, “Speaking in Stomachs.”





