Hannah and the Broken String
I return to the upper floors of the house I researched for many years, details take on new meanings.
F(eel)ings
Missed deadlines, training regimens, and unpredictable injuries.
Canned Eels and The Love It Took To (Temporarily) Leave You
It’s past midnight. I’ve got three candles burning in a candelabra by the window and I’ve told myself that I must hit send before they burn down to nothing. We’re almost there.
Give an Eel a Bite-Sized Chunk of Steak
And other advice you'll only get from talking to humans.
The Elversphere
Formalizing my obsession with elvers as the world burns
Moving Between Tenses via Gallons of Milk, Wiper Fluid, and Shadow Bands
A workshop I am teaching, feelings I am feeling.
Special Announcement: Unlikely Collaborations - Community Supper and Coffee Hour
Join us for a weekend of events on March 2 and 3 in Belfast, Maine featuring folks from the Civic Standard and American Legion Post #7 (Hardwick, Vermont) at the Belfast American Legion
My Retirement
Here are two questions I was recently asked by people who don’t know me: “Are you a therapist?” and “Are you retired?” I am not a therapist. Here is what I am doing with my retirement...
I Know There is a View Because I've Seen it Before
Snow, fire, mice, ceremony, my first forays into using AI-generated images to encourage reflection, a new story about a vintage clothing connaisseur, and a new newsletter offshoot.