writer & poet
spirit
I wavered by the field, yet
the wind knew me
then,
a brittle leaf shrinking into a needle,
and in its ancient knowing
searched my insides like a compass point,
and brought me
there
in tears.
For I am … read full post
Many of you know that I studied music at one point in my life. This is, perhaps, a reduction, because for a decade and a half a music-focused life was the pinnacle of all my hopes and dreams.
The short … read full post
One of Percy’s favorite reads lately is the Richard Scarry classic book on manners: Pig Will and Pig Won’t. So therefore, I should write about it.
Like most Richard Scarry books, this little volume’s illustrations are crammed with little … read full post
I published a poetry book.
It’s called SOLACE: poems for the broken season, and it focuses on light in the darkness, faith in doubt, and courage in the midst of fear. It includes four original art pieces (one for … read full post
Tomorrow, I will release SOLACE, my first collection of poems, into the wild.
The last few months have been full, to say the least. In the midst of all of the chaos surrounding making the book, editing, proofing, working with … read full post
We’ve so enjoyed the year-end greetings we’ve been receiving in the mail recently, those check-ins that everyone instinctively sends out, to let everyone else know that they’re still alive and kicking. It’s a way to stay connected with loved ones … read full post
For the last few weeks, Christmas has felt less like a meaningful celebration of the Incarnation and more like a giant, hairy elf with terrible body odor strapped to my back. Slowly, agonizingly, this beloved holiday has been driving me … read full post
mountainous
The mountains will always rise up before you as
castles to be crested, proving the gold in your veins,
cast on the earth merely for you to crumple into crowns.
They will always rise up before you, for their … read full post
full moon
The night descending
took me with it
into the long row, laid open
like a wound in the earth.
I wished to plant myself
within it, and knelt,
craving the coolness,
but then
the moon came peeking
round … read full post
I didn’t want to go to Hutchmoot.
When my wife told me that she’d bought me tickets because, wise as she is, she knew I wouldn’t do it on my own, I immediately thought:
“Oh crap. Now I have to … read full post