welcome to my bird's nest, a collection of the things i make and find, of the stories i carry. get cozy.
hear what you want to hear here(s):

i make sistersongs in the band, FESTIVAL
i make whimsical little movies
i contribute to collective media-making
hear the sounds i make alone.


that's a lot of arms and legs. one day perhaps it will all fit together in one place.

if you'd like to share your own hearsay and/or hyperbole, send it my way: hearsayandhyperbole at gmail dot com
xo, alexis

“Her lady shadow mounted the stairs ahead of her experimentally.

Fiction forms what steams in us.

Naturally it is suspect.

What does not wanting to desire mean?

Means I hope this thing is working says the wife as she sets her alarm clock

on the table by the bed.”

from The Beauty of the Husband by Anne Carson