Borderlands (a first Final Cut Express Experiment)

I'm not the prettiest sight when trying to learn new software (think of my hair springing madly about the sweaty planes of my head). When the prospect of new software is complicated by a downed Comcast email system (if you are trying to reach me, it's the worm that's got me thwarted) and a broken connection between my camera and the computer, well the only thing you have to add to the chase is housework and bills. Both happen to be on the day's agenda.

Nevertheless, I have made this first recording of a poem I wrote (and shared in part) a while ago, added in some titles, and braved the blog. I am going through all this—shall we call it a growth experience?— because I am determined to create a trailer for Nothing but Ghosts, with real video, soon to be shot at my favorite garden, Chanticleer.

Between now and then, I give you Juarez, and the true story of a little girl I met. She and I and Juarez are all recomposed in a novel called The Heart is Not a Size, due out next winter.