Published inThe JunctionWhy I decided to be unfamousI decide to be famous only to myself: A poetic reckoningFeb 26, 2022Feb 26, 2022
Published inThe JunctionSunlight & CoffeeLooking up and looking out one sunny Cincinnati dayAug 10, 20211Aug 10, 20211
Published inThe JunctionGods of the NightFifteen Woodland Thoughts on an Appalachian EveMay 17, 20211May 17, 20211
Published inThe Junction‘I can see clearly now’What happened one day beside the ohi-yo, and the day after thatMay 9, 2021May 9, 2021
Published inThe JunctionRecalling “bad boy of publishing” Giancarlo DiTrappanoHe lifted an entire generation of writers shunned by traditional publishingApr 27, 2021Apr 27, 2021
Published inThe Junction“Stephen”When someone who saw you through changes can’t be reachedApr 20, 2021Apr 20, 2021
Published inThe Junction10,000 ThunderstormsA question on a sleepless night: How many thunderstorms old am I?Apr 1, 20211Apr 1, 20211
Published inThe JunctionAfter the workers have goneWhat is the melancholy fascination of a warehouse frozen in time?Mar 11, 2021Mar 11, 2021
Published inThe Junction“When Hay Bales Speak to You”A left turn down a country lane puts me in their secret midstFeb 22, 2021Feb 22, 2021
Open Letter to Sen. Shelley Moore Capito‘Republicans who acquit Trump convict themselves’ ~ Windsor MannFeb 12, 2021Feb 12, 2021