Fleeting

Fleeting

My essay on life, love, letters, and Donald Hall has just appeared in POETS & WRITERS. https://www.pw.org/content/fleeting_in_memory_of_donald_hall
Late Lights

Late Lights

https://burstandbloom.bandcamp.com/album/late-lights Hey guys, when I’m not busy cranking out poems, essays, short stories, and travel photos, I also participate in this cool little spoken word ensemble: LATE LIGHTS. As half of the duo (Mr. Rick Libby is my better...
Call My Name

Call My Name

Growing up, I had never gone camping. Sure, there were one or two backyard sleepovers with other boys in my church, and I’d once spent an unfortunate evening with my father and brother Brian in a neighbor’s leaky cabin—my father had been fighting with my mother again...
Unconfirmed

Unconfirmed

EXHIBIT #1 The first night in our new house, I had a dream about a woman who lived under the floor. She smelled raw, and cried as she pulled her body between the wide pine planks. I wanted to help her but felt that would be rude somehow. She quieted when she took me...
WHAT LOVE IS

WHAT LOVE IS

by CHRISTOPHER LOCKE Love is not a maiden with apple buffed hair. No. Love is eating a bite of wild salmon and swallowing your dental bridge in the process, three jagged teeth slipping down your throat as wordlessly as a newt into water, and you waking at four a.m. to...