Blog Posts and Other Writings

Soft petal-tongues of green break and fall to wind’s gavel, only to nourish Socrates’ reasoning, which seasoned the mind of Time. It...

It felt like I could see for miles, Like the earth had grown her own tower to God. From this palace of pine I surveyed her kingdom,...

[Photo by Rythik, on Unsplash.] could it be I’m just tired of lingering impotent in the shadows that your lumber mills and coal-snarling...

[Warning: Contains profanity and potentially triggering opinions. The ideas expressed in this piece are not necessarily shared by other...

[Photo by "sippakorn yamkasikorn," on Unsplash.] Ten moons of dirt Beneath my bed Brown blankets of leaves Pressed atop my head There’s...

An oaken shard, born from fallen bough, its current combs through white-blond grain, flowing over freckles hued like hazelnut and deer...

(Originally published in "Ramifications" literary magazine, Fall 2020) (Image by photochur, from Pixabay.) 1. Wind-up frogs, wooden lungs...

Black rams kneel in bouldered vale, bony spirals bowed, curling inward, hissing in the gale. Rain gives shape to wind, hurling dove-like...