Psyche is a tired, middle-aged, queer and disabled single mom who wrangles poetry out of cracks in the sidewalk of her life. She is socially awkward and occasionally funny. She doesn’t have a long list of credentials; she’s been slaying monsters and chasing wolves from her door for most of her life and hasn’t had time for much else. Nevertheless, she persists, because the muse is sexy and demanding AF.
Psyche studied writing and poetry in high school with a lot of amazing mentors at various writing workshops, and later at Bennington College for two years. She decided to focus on her art for a couple of decades, and graduated from Pratt Institute in 1994 with a BFA in Communication Design. She traveled to West Africa, India, the Caribbean, lived in an ashram, lost the use of her hands, regained the use of her hands, lost them again, mostly lost the use of her legs, volunteered at the Boston Museum of Science for awhile tending plants, cooked lots of vegan food, renovated a rural Western Massachusetts house in psychedelic colors, forgot how to play the piano, re-learned how to play the piano, worked as a traveling sales rep in the natural health industry, did assorted freelance writing, and parented a now-teenage baby dragon who needed to be fed a diet of special dream food and tales of the Golden Fleece. Excuse the run-on sentence. Psyche’s entire life is basically a run-on sentence.
Her name isn’t Psyche like “get psyched,” it’s not a silent “e.” Though she’s psyched that you’re here. Enjoy. Stay awhile. This site is still in flux. More exciting features and social media connections will be added on in time.
