Begin Again

Every work begins as a murmur, or an image in the corner of the eye. Sometimes it starts as a sentence that won’t leave, or a silence that insists on being named, or seen. This blog will hold some of those murmurs.

Here, I’ll share excerpts that reach further than the fragments on social media: poems that do not belong in the books but still want to be read, brief notes from the studio, glimpses of paintings and photographs as they form and change. Stories how these all have come to be.

I want this space to feel like conversation across a threshold—sometimes intimate, sometimes oblique. Not polished like press, but something closer to a letter: unfinished, alive, imperfect in a way that keeps its life.

Art is, for me, a way of asking without needing to resolve. I’ll be writing here in that same spirit.

m.c.f.