Born in the wilds of Utah on April 19th 1960 my childhood was speed of light moving through canyons and pine tree forests whose stories entered my preverbal dreaming as my mommy and our yowling beagle spent electricity free months in a camper by side of creek whilst daddy was away 4 of 7 days a week protecting remaining wilderness of the state.
We moved from there to Idaho to Montana to Colorado until my brother and sister were born and we moved to more populated areas and landed in Nebraska...In 1979 I continued the movements of childhood and lived in Santa Cruz, Chicago, Santa Fe, Austin, Omaha, Eugene and Portland.
This last city I thought would forever be home until under a ceremonial sky on of Mt Hood I quaked a prayer-command to find my soulmate. He came and now I live in Corfu, Greece and at the age of 64 my desire it share, to serve and to listen the speed of light dance stories ancient and new through image and word.
Drinking coffee by candlelight, I sit here, feet on an olive wood floor, the home of many beautiful chickens—Ali, Frances, Negrita, Henrieta, and Cinnamon Bun—all those empty egg shells now demineralizing in the soil of Ahamtouli, once a lively Greek village that grew wheat and olives for oil that Venetian royalty used to trade throughout Europe. A single gold coin for each Italian olive tree was grafted onto the Corfiot native ones.
The Island of Kerkya, one of Greece's many, is part of Europe and across the water from my homeland, the US of A.To the west-west-west, I pray my crystal pen grants me access to the stories that leak and are lurching, leaping through towards me to be recorded, expressed, and forgiven.
This book is a meander through broken glass with sunlight streaming through. It is a beautiful, careful stepping that has taken me a decade or more to maneuver.
A collection of moonlit stories was found under the bed of a dying brother, in a man-made lake in the middle of a cornfield, and under the snow protected by dragons and mothers...
