I unearthed my old grad school poet’s notebook this morning. Cracking the cover, I found a sheaf of paper that held several iterations of...

look out from the mountain hear her voice giant and sprawling a song going on & on in pine and sky her inspiration far closer than her...

Five years ago today I hit publish on my first post here. I had spend the better part of two months trying to figure out what it was that...

One trip. Three videos. All from the same footage. No…not win, place and show. Win, win and win. Big props to the editorial-stylizations...