Small Town Crime

This poem is based on an article I read in a small town newspaper back in 2008. While this isn't one of my best poems, I do enjoy the movement created by the punctuation and flow of words. As much as poetry is an oral tradition, it is also an extremely visual art form. Small…

Baby Bird-er

Today I hope to pay a family of eagles a visit. For the last several years, my family has enjoyed watching the growth and home-improvements of a pair of bald eagles living on the Pathfinder Wildlife Refuge. I could see myself becoming an avid birder, if I could ever find the time. Today I thought…

Dancing Trees

This is a poem I found in one of my old notebooks. Near as I can tell, I wrote it sometime in college. There isn't too terribly much for me to say about this poem except that in each verse, I see my little inspirations-- from romance songs about dancing in the moonlight, to my…

The Lost Stories

I have more stories and poetry to post here, but today I am thinking about the ones that I haven't held onto-- the stories I let get lost on an old hard drive instead of transferring them to the new one. Most of these stories held at the heart of them a dying friendship, but…

Cowboy/Dancer/Whatever

This week I thought I would share another personal essay from Hollins. We were prompted to write about technology and had to choose between television, computers, and a third option that I don't remember, perhaps our phones. I chose to write about my television at home in Wyoming. Regularly working with footnotes in the history…

A Sensible Ant

This is an odd short story I wrote while studying abroad in London. Later, I recorded myself reading it out loud for an audio-zine one of my friends put together. Originally titled, "Shopping Cart Freedom," I think that I found a much better title that suits the story. Skyscrapers from my time in Israel A…

Pennsylvania 6-5000

Yesterday was my sister's birthday! So I thought I would share a poem I wrote in college about listening to Glenn Miller in our basement with our Bubbe. The week I wrote this poem, my poetry class with T.J. Anderson had a discussion about the symbolism of the color green. T.J., as he liked us…