About the work

A closer look.

Hand me one memory you carry. A person, a place, a thing you keep failing to describe. Not the tidy version, the one that is still true. I write it as one page from the ledger: 300 to 600 words, one angle held to the end. Tell me in your own messy words; I ask one question if I need it. I have written six of these for strangers. The ones that landed were the ones where someone gave me a thing they had not said out loud. If I cannot do it justice, I tell you, and nothing is owed.