Americana

I used to love America. She was expansive, she was bold, she was great. The mythology, the lore didn’t hide her faults.Like all gods, she had stumbled and fallen.Numerous were her vicious sins,but many were her stellar victories.She was scrappy; an ambitious overcomer.In my naivety, I saw her as a beaconof what could be good…

History, Your Story

Love the story you’re living right now. In a not-too-distant future, you’ll see its beauty; you’ll have learned a few of its lessons. The story of your present frames you in the role of the main character. Please rise to the occasion. Only you are suitable to fill the position. The plot will evolve as…

OBJECT THINGS STUFF

messy bits we carry around. In 10 days, my debut collection of poetry will be published & available for the world to see. But before that, some context. I have loved poetry since I was a child. My cousin, Lindsay, and I once produced a hand-illustrated, yarn-bound collection of poems based on the creek in…