at the four-way stop, i look to my right and see the other road a paler shade of black in the light of the half-moon.
i turn northwest and the woods come close to the road and it is the old familiar sight of the road, my headlights, and the night.
i come to another four-way stop, [...]
A kitchen table. On it, a Delormes’ Montana Atlas and Gazetteer, a Yellowstone National Park guidebook, two cans of Leinenkugel’s Original, a piece of paper, an orchid.
Sitting at the table are two guys. One has a pencil in his hand, which is poised over the paper, where he has already drawn nine squares, one for [...]
“And, I’ll stop writing songs
stop scratching out lines
I won’t have to think
and it won’t have to rhyme.”
~ Low, When I Go Deaf
The last essay that I posted (There.) was the hardest thing I’ve posted. Maybe the hardest thing I’ve written. There is a difference. Like I said, I wrote it for myself. It was something I had to do at a specific time, when I was still drowning in the experience and I didn’t want to [...]
I wrote this yesterday and it was therapeutic but posting it would have been too much. That’s what I need to do now.
I don’t want to write about it because I don’t want to remember it, but I think maybe I need to. I believe in writing so I’ll just write. Start from the beginning [...]
For the past month-and-a-half I’ve joined in with a group of friends to play kickball once a week.
Yes, kickball. Every Wednesday evening we’ve gone head-to-head with one of the 25 other teams in the league. Yes, there’s a league. We’ve kicked, caught, run, and thrown, all activities which surprisingly can be done with a [...]
A chapbook I've published containing my writing alongside the work of some other talented folks.
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