Can you tell me something extraordinary?
I made it with a dolphin yesterday.
How was it.
Awesome!
What kind of rock is that on the counter?
It’s a rock, or really more like a chunk of steel, that fell from outer space. I metal-detected it, while wearing a white jump suit on a Full Moon night – so the local carabinieri would not see me — on the slope of Meteor Crater, south of that corner in Winslow, Arizona. Actually, I bought the meteorite, but I like the story I heard from the thief who sold it. Sometimes I sleep with it.
How does your background in geology and astronomy impact your writing?
It permeates my work, seeps into everything, my lyrics and my prose poems that more directly ponder big space and deep time. It also permeates my being. Light years make sense to me. I helplessly see myself and the world of “now” in a very big context.
