“The Wait Between”

Three voices. Three eras. Three winters. This intermission takes you on a quiet journey across seven centuries. From a medieval lament, to a wandering German poet in the seventeenth century, to an American winter in the 1800s. Each poem notices winter in its own way, but all three remind us that p…

There’s a strange truth about kids: they exhaust you, confuse you, test every nerve you have… and somehow, sometimes, you still wish the days would slow down. You don’t always know what to do with that feeling while you’re in it. You usually understand it later. This is my poem written for The R…

I wrote West Wings in 2015, wanting to try my hand at a modern fable. Something simple on the surface, but carrying a small oddness underneath. It follows a creature who ends up somewhere he never expected to be, carried by forces bigger than he understands, and changed in ways he won’t recognize…

A desk rests in the middle of a field. Untouched by time. When I first wrote this story in 2010, I was experimenting with something more classical: long notes of description, soft edges, a bit of romantic prose inspired by the music I grew up hearing at home. I wrote it to feel like Little Bear me…