Illustrated for the New Yorker years ago; with movement disorders now I work with (forgiving) pastels and digital collage. Wrote an unpublished memoir with my daughter Molly, who I raised alone until she was 10. She died in July, 2018.
In 1970, at 14, I was raped and tortured for five days and nights by three older boys in a facility in St. Louis. The guards who permitted it were never prosecuted. Dozens, maybe hundreds of boys shared my fate there. No one cares about boys in facilities, though. Phuck Missouri.
Other things: I engineered Yale's Climate Institute site and tools, designed and ran the first multimedia stage set at Avery Fisher Hall in NYC, won a package design CLIO, and had a few short plays produced, one off-Broadway. I serve on the board of CAPS, an 18-year-old poetry organization in New York.