Live from Swope Park! I joined Gina Kaufman and guests for a live broadcast of KCUR's Central Standard to talk all things Open Spaces. It's the first year for the festival, which opened today, and I think we've all had a difficult time wrapping our heads around the event(s). It's two months+ of art and... Continue Reading →
A Picnic on My Dress: Gorgeous women in gorgeous gowns in a gorgeous setting making gorgeous art. Sounds like an easy win, huh? But the catch, here, was that each artist had to perform despite her garment, constrained by it, each gown (though created with both the artist's body and the performance space in mind) crafted... Continue Reading →
2015 was supposed to be about poetry and friendship. But the joys and responsibilities of being a mother, as well as $writing$ (not going to get rich, but I can afford nicer shoes), took precedence. Friendships fell slack, too, and we're 1/12 into 2016. (I am reminded it’s time to renew my membership to the... Continue Reading →
Happy National Kazoo Day, dear readers. This is the day decreed that we celebrate the kazoo - an American invention that has filled our hearts and ear drums with joyful hums since the 1840's. The kazoo was invented by Alabama Vest and Thaddeus Von Clegg. It magnifies and transforms the human voice to fulfill the... Continue Reading →
The latest issue of Kawsmouth, Life Sustaining Life, includes a poem of mine along with two other poetry submissons and an essay and film clips from "Worried about the Fire," shown at the 2011 Kansas City Film Festival.
The title above appears in John Cage's "A Long Letter" from Empty Words: Cage is either a yes or a no, depending on your particular philosophy. He's a through-the-looking-glass figure in American history. Once you find him and try to understand, you can't go back; you can't arrange a musical life without him. I've written about his... Continue Reading →
Over a year ago, maybe closer to two I guess, I was handed a concert flier. Everybody hands out concert fliers all the time and how often do you look at them? You stick them in a pocket or leave them at the bar. This flier, I saved. I didn’t even make it to the... Continue Reading →