I tell stories. Sometimes I use words, sometimes I use images. Sometimes they’re my own, sometimes they’re not. Sometimes they’re true, sometimes they’re not. Some of my projects are works for hire, others are labors of love. This is not comprehensive. It is intended as an amuse bouche—not an entrée. There are folks who focus on one particular topic or style of writing. I am not one of them. I am building a life, not a platform. I tell stories.
“Snow day”
“Barbershopping”
“Meet me under the missile toad…”
“Holly jolly”
“Sourdough joy.”
“I picked some flowers for you…”
“Balsamic fig tarte tatin.”
“Waning light through the curtains.”
