I was born sixth of seven children, into a noisy, crowded and loving household, in a house bumped up against Pacific Northwest second-growth woodlands, open fields and orchards. My earliest memories are of wandering among Douglas firs and alders, my legs skirted in bracken ferns, ever-wary of stinging nettles. My five sisters and I harvested hazelnuts and apples, blackberries and rhubarb, the promise of pie luring us back into the kitchen where all nine of us gathered each evening for supper. It was a gentle life, and provided the landscape from which my writing has grown.
As the only of my siblings to complete a four-year college degree, I studied verse writing at the University of Washington, and continued there in the Masters Program in English.
In 1991, after the death of the deeply inspiring and beloved UW professor Nelson Bentley, I felt moved to commit some small act to honor his legacy, and pulled together a writing group, out of which, three years later, Floating Bridge Press was born. Both continue to be vital players in the Seattle poetry community, and have endured — for nearly three decades — the ups and downs of a changing world.
My first poems were published in 1975, in the newsprint publication Yakima, and since then have appeared in many magazines. My book-length manuscript, A House, Undone, is nearing completion, as well as a chapbook centered around being an urban chicken herder.
Currently, I facilitate the monthly poetry critique group, Re/Write, and chair the curating committee for Easy Speak Seattle, a twice-monthly open mic venue that also features local musicians and writers. I'm a lifelong resident of Seattle, have dinner with my two grown sons every Sunday, and spend my days managing a glass-art studio, lucky to immerse myself in the business of rapidly-shifting colors and light.