Writing Projects
Film
I'm interested in how documentary can give voice to those who have none, whether that is wildlife or forgotten social history. Some recent work with my friends at Wild Logic:
Superfish
On the trail of the giant bluefin, Rick Rosenthal reveals the extraordinary nature of one of the most desirable and endangered creatures on earth. Available through PBS Passport.
Planet California
An important and beautiful two-part series on the most biologically diverse area in all of the Americas and also home to 40 million people. Available through PBS Passport.
Alien Contact
I wrote and narrated this majestic film.
Next screening:
Fnalist in the Best Science Film Category at the most popular environmental film festival in Europe, the GreenScreen Festival in Eckernförde, Germany.
About Alien:
Legendary deep sea filmmaker, Rick Rosenthal travels to the remote haunts of the majestic giant manta ray, uncovering amazing behaviors that suggest this is the smartest fish in the sea.
For the Stage
Contact me to receive an excerpt from "Simple Sage" Looking for a home to produce it in 2024!
Simple Sage
Two stories from different time periods intersect in the same Vermont farmhouse. Based on the lives of 19th century sisters who both married John Deere and the legend of the lesbian farmers who came to the same small village in the 1930’s after the lumber industry’s collapse. These tales of women struggling against social constraint and ecological degradation have something to say for our own time.
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since I was eight years old. Here are a couple shorties...
Sugaring
When you were young I wrapped you in a rug
And brought you to the place where sap ran sweet.
Ting-tang the buckets rang with every drop:
the song of trees spilling their life’s thin blood.
We lay and gazed up at the cloudless sky
The limbs of trees limned black upon the blue.
Before the boil, before life sugared you off.
I gave you what I could, though not enough.
Rescue Mission
I see him on the road,
the gray dirt throwing
his improbably tinted torso
into high relief –
neon orange, the same color
as our Kubota though he is no komodo,
rather a minute newt
easily crushed by cars or
lifted by his
whip tail
onto the treadmill of my hands where he
dashes over and over
Powell Bluff
words inked on my palm –
to remind me of the color
I’ll paint the bedroom
to ward off
the monotony of
husbandry.
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