About...
I came to Savannah in my exploration of what it is that had a hand in creating me, bringing me through time this far, wondering how much further I have to go. I am constantly searching for something inexplicable, something that eludes me like a ghost. I come close. It’s always, like a de Chirico painting, some shadow right around the corner.

I have felt things and seen things and experienced things that I don’t understand until later, much later. I write things that make no sense, only to rediscover them years later having been prophetic to what happened in between that time. I hear my voice, I hear my voice... and it hasn’t been silent, just foreign at times. But the music is always there.

And the elements, they change hands within me. Sometimes fire rages through me, and I am so overwhelmed by the amount of heat inside I have to stop and breathe, or I will turn to ash, on the street. Other times, waves and tides of rushing water swirl and I cannot control the movement, only flow within it. Still other times the winds come and I long to be... elsewhere.

Destinations...
I have climbed to the top of Mt. Holyrood in Edinburgh, Scotland, and got deliberately lost in Piccadilly Circus. I’ve stood and looked up at the Empire State Building, and been to the top of the Sears Tower. Though Chicago’s Botanic Gardens were much more like being home for me. I drove through the Blue Ridge Mountains, feeling claustrophobic, longing for the sea. The Great Lakes State will always be home, the woods, the lakes, the trees. My wish list reads like a traveler’s grocery list: Macchu Picchu, Kyoto, Tuscany, The Serengheti... I am writing my way to being there.

Books in my backpack...