My style is a sort of literal surrealism or magical realism, and yet I believe very strongly in clarity. If I could ask one thing of a reader or listener, it would be to really try to picture what I’m describing in my poetry. Like Chagall’s figures who float through the air, I am trying to capture a world that is both clear and real but also strange and magical – ordinary and extraordinary all at once – as though perhaps these two things are not as different as we assume.
*A quick note for anyone who ended up here wondering why I disappeared from Facebook. Meta’s super-smart AI apparently decided that it was very suspicious that I got a new phone and then logged in from my new phone. “If you don’t have access to a device you’ve used to log into this account before, it’s not safe for us to give you another way to log in. We understand that this might not help you get back on Facebook, but we have to take this action to stop anyone who doesn’t own this account from getting into it.” And apparently that’s that.
