This engraving of my poem “How a House Wren House Becomes a House Wren Home” will be auctioned off for the Schlitz Audubon Nature Preschool Ash to Art fundraiser this Saturday, April 21. Series 1/1. All pieces are made of Ash trees which have been afflicted by the invasive Emerald Ash Borer Beetle.
This piece can be yours, details here at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center. Click the arrows to view the engraving and painting process.
I forgot I’d taken this video. It’s like a wacky postmodern daydream. Something I thought would be neat in a movie somehow. The grinding and gulls, anti-party fanfare of a flaccid flag standing guard outside of a forgotten pub. I’m sure somebody hasn’t forgotten George’s. Listen for the sounds. They are especially.
I’ve always been fascinated by how we’re generally so bad at dealing with something we all do. I was in a contemporary literature class and some facet of death came up during the lecture, I don’t recall what exactly. I thought of this poem and started typing it during a break in the lecture action. So if someday somebody wants to put me in a cement-lined designer velvet casket – you know what to do.
Here we are living in National Poetry month, so here is a quick little poem about humor that fits into a screenshot.
Some days we are all this grape, dancing on the jaws of an escalator.
I’m pleased to relay that I’ve received a few different awards for both solo work and collaborative journalism projects. UW-Milwaukee’s Pow Wow Has Deep American Indian Roots received the Best Soft Feature award by Milwaukee Press Club. The Finding Flint project received several awards from the Society of Professional Journalists (SPJ). Photographs I took for this piece received a Feature Photography award by SPJ.
All told, UWM journalism students have been awarded a total of 42 local, statewide, or regional awards. The instructors at UW-Milwaukee are doing a great job of getting us ready to head out into the working world.
Here is the full list of awards that can currently be posted publicly.
Adults always seem to forget what it’s like to be young.