I am a mess of contradictions, fan of parallel structure, and nostalgic pack rat who writes poetry about punk rock kids, takes photos of forgotten places, and rescues discarded treasures. Most importantly I believe in the beauty of the ordinary, the power of the vernacular, the history of the abandoned. My work strives to reveal the art in what we see, say, do, ignore, and forget every day.
I hold Creative Writing degrees from SUNY Purchase (BA) and Wilkes University (MFA). I have been published in several kick ass journals and am actively looking for a publisher for my first collection, Mix Tapes and Photo Albums.
Prior to all the fancy education and publication credits, I was raised by rock n’ roll parents who knew the importance of concerts and going past the no trespassing signs. I spent my adolescence in a small town punk rock scene where I moshed, fell in love, and produced a few cut and paste zines, before I escaped to New York City and caused a ruckus in Alphabet City. Currently I am one step behind nature when keeping up with an antique house, at the whim of feisty terrier, and navigating the poetry world in Pittsburgh.