I’ve always been equally interested in writing and art. Along the way, writing won out, but the art still happens. Like a kid, I experiment and play. I’m a little bit like a hermit crab, with one claw (writing) bigger than the other (art).
During the pandemic, I had trouble writing, and I worked on collages, which I’ve been calling “poem paintings.” A few of them appear in the Spring 2023 issue of the Indianapolis Review.
I’m a little embarrassed to share these with the world. They feel personal and sketchy. A couple of years ago, some of my visual poems also appeared in the journal’s Spring 2021 issue. I didn’t post about it. Like a hermit crab, I’ve been hiding. But I’ve decided to show my little claw. Maybe, if I use it, it will keep growing.