Saturday Night Lightning

July 18, 2017

From what I’m told this is heat lightning. It was odd, seemed to emanate from nowhere in particular, and rarely did you ever see a bolt. For awhile I thought there was a kid in a backyard playing with a high intensity light. Couldn’t hear any thunder. Funky.

A Winter Poem for July

July 12, 2016

Here is a poem I had published in Great Lakes Review, as part of their Narrative Map project. I’m really glad this publication is seeking to feature writers from the “Middle Coast,” known historically as flyover territory in a variety of ways. It runs alongside this picture I took after a snowstorm, when I skied to work to open the tiki bar.

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