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…

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…