Place is the center of each poem. Haiti, Pittsburgh, or the lost plains of west Texas. Most poets have to move away from a space to understand what it ultimately meant to them; I stay put.
Haiti & Identity. These are the two elements that thread themselves within my essays. How does place come to shape identity? What does it mean to be multicultural, to have a history patterned with Native American, Anglo-Saxon and African designs? Ultimately, is there such a being as a Haitian, a true native? Am I myself part of the island in some way, tethered to the land in way I haven’t found words to describe?
Fiction - Children's Writing
Blue Sunday. She gets her face stolen, her soul eaten, and possibly ends up losing other essential elements to survival.
Nereis, a hamadryad.
Myth criticism and theory. Vampires, witches, and werewolves