December 2013 / performance; poetry; installation / Pillsbury House Theater Naked Stages fellowship Montage of culminating show after a Pillsbury House Naked Stages fellowship. Part poetry, part performance, part installation, A Great Lakes Vista deals with circumnavigating the Great Lakes by land—exploring the place of nature in culture, parsing the terms of identity politics and environmentalism, and romancing the heart of a borderland. Text: Ditty A short life such as this is fre... quented by bees This is a... sweet life one on the wrong side of the tracks from strife where the wild life is a fix of a strange light bright, but gray, like today is bright, but gray, like today's How's it fair? How's it fair weather only holds me together? I don't know these streets I don't know these streets I always see this park I always see this park I don't know this part of me Does wildlife does the wild life thrive, or does it just survive? Is there a love IS THERE A LOVE that's unhuman? That's what we'll have some of

June 2014 / Northern Spark Festival preview event / TPT Takeover show A live performance during an hour-long preview event involving select artists from the 2014 all-night Twin Cities art festival, Northern Spark. Text: Lost City of Erie It was a port that sank not a freighter or steamer or one of Perry’s fleet a whole port, for sailboats– not leisure but pelt-era maritime’s latest gallivanting technology fettering the interior with mettled whites It was a point on the way that LaSalle anointed with French flowers -de-lis and Father Hennepin with him in semen and Tonty in shale-sparks with his steel claw aground It blossomed into a port city on the shallowest lake in the whole unmarshalled region some spot, in the marshes, before Leamington and beyond Ports Dover and Stanley Personally I believe it was Rondeau I met a regiment of memories there, what it was like being star and crossed braves and lovers and genuinely gods-fearing and raising a palisade and wheat and fermenting a trade zone—that dried up that flooded next spring The fish leave some artifacts untouched on the lakebed some conjecture some dive a book reports—a canon books were found with drawings of Marquette’s of the horseshoe of Niagara less crumbled and calculated the distance of the port’s crude first European wigwams, with lanterns puzzled in the parchment’s margins zealots’ destinations speciously-barked-up whole woods of ash and maple abandoned when the faith didn’t take It’s murky, what happened the missions, the passions, lives and wives taken, the leavings, crosses xed into land escapes