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
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...