Does your national identity influence you?

M.E. Walsh, in her Creativity Series interview, asked if my national identity influences me. As I’m in the middle of an interview now for NYC’s Brooklyn Rail magazine – in which we examine the contentious concepts of exile and liminality – it dawned on me that the idea of national identity is integral to this…

Sacré Coeur & Wound Man

Sacré Coeur & Wound Man (First published in The Cincinnati Review, Issue 15.1, 2017) A painting of the Virgin hangs at the foot of my bed. She wears her sacré coeur like a brooch, fastened with a sword through her chest. Mary’s sacred heart is crowned with flowers, just as gravestones are. I wish I…

Laughter & Forgetting

     (First published in Cutbank, 2018) Then it came, real laughter, total laughter, taking us into its immense tide. Bursts of repeated, rushing, unleashed laughter, magnificent laughter, sumptuous and mad.                                                    …

Echo Borealis

“WHITMAN WOULD HAVE SALUTED THE FEARLESS WAY MHYANA MAKES A SORT OF RELIGION OF THE SENSUAL.”   – Amy Gerstler ECHO BOREALIS: Poems for Ecstatic Visionaries Exiles Outcasts Madmen & Hopeless F*cks who Are Nonetheless Filled with Wonder From a suite of poem-prayers and curses written on the poet’s solo pilgrimage across Europe when she was homeless…

Drawing with Blades

Old & new work! The huge Celtic piece was inspired by a drawing I made with a Sharpie when I was a teenager. I have yet to turn every line into two lines, to accentuate the Celtic cross-over effect. It’s so meditative. I need to replace my blade every 10 minutes or so. I love…

Still Lifes in our Artists’ Loft

My treasures aren’t worth anything but mean the world to me. The paper-cut oak leaves were collected on a stroll up to the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte last year. I love cutting shapes into dried leaves – so ephemeral, they promise to rip and turn to mulch on the studio floor. I love…

My own Nijinsky Faun

                                       These nymphs, I would perpetuate them.                                                            …

The Democracy of Night

  I just came across some old poems of mine in FRIGG and I’m astounded again by the journal’s wispy, dreamy aesthetic. It’s not often that poets have a visual sensibility, which is odd, seeing as metaphors and imagery are our stock and trade.  I thought I’d share a couple of these old (revised) poems…