Wanderbundle
From December 13, 2012 Motion. I write about this word constantly, and long time readers may even have tired ofContinue Reading
Category: Stories
David’s Back
We stood outside the biggest club in Chicago with a pizza box sign that read Free Prayer. The first manContinue Reading
Poem From the John Hancock Tower, 1am
She said, ‘I’m just all about texture.’ We’re reading minds dozens of metres above the illuminated earth. Thank you forContinue Reading
He’s Going to Heaven
From October 7, 2012 On September 19th, 2012, a 40 year old man made a wrong turn onto I-70 inContinue Reading
Paris Snaps
From August 4, 2012 So for lack of a full-sized, detailed blog about my past trip, here are some memoir-style poeticContinue Reading
Jezebels and Jellyfish
Every day since moving to Cape Cod, I have been in the ocean. No exceptions and no missed days. AsContinue Reading
What Are The Odds?
From July 2, 2012 It began yesterday around 1 in the afternoon. Elba and I were paddleboarding off the coastContinue Reading
Stand.
God is continually good. Cape Cod is continually heavy. In a place like Colorado, the atmosphere tends to lean towardContinue Reading
Bulldozer and the Angel
He’s the exultation of the intestines as I jump from the bulldozer roof to the sand dune ten feet away.Continue Reading