Updated: Jul 10, 2020
You have no idea how much I toiled over deciding what to write for my first-ever blog post. In the end, I decided not to. To break the ice, here’s a poem from a while ago. No preamble…just the poem.
DAWN. GEESE.
They’re coming around the corner of the island now. Five afloat on the rippling glow.
Slow armada. Dark & noisy morning fleet.
Not here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass looking over the river, hands tucked into the top of his waders,
In just a short couple weeks, I’ll be heading out to Colorado for the 2015 Breckenridge Film Festival. As some of you may already know, our film – A Deliberate Life – was selected for the festival as
I unearthed my old grad school poet’s notebook this morning. Cracking the cover, I found a sheaf of paper that held several iterations of a poem (c. ’00) I remember sweating over for months. My handwr