This piece was published in 2013 in Burningword Literary Journal. I have it linked on my Poetry page, but it looks like you need an account on that website to see this now. So, here you go! On the commute homethe clouds form a tableatop four grain silos,each grand, different. It reminds me of you.Continue reading “Poem: Farmland”
Life is busy. I’m happy I got so much done and started carving out a routine for myself.
I’m going to finish this novel, and I’m going to be proud of myself for doing it.
It’s time to finish this novel.
A poem that I had published a while ago. Enjoy!
Something new I’ve been noodling about how I deal with trauma.
It’s my birthday, and I’m feeling existentially huge.
I talk about writing in the abstract, and sometimes I post what I write. Those are the ends of the spectrum. But what about the middle?
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.