Keeping Pace
A mere three years into my Baker’s Dozen, my heart stumbled and nearly fell.
Chapbook: man love… memories of growing up male in rural america
Earlier this year I published my first chapbook collection of poems. A sporadic memoir in verse form.
The Art of Shoveling
I’m the best shoveler I know. Seriously. At age sixty-seven I can out shovel pretty much anyone. But becoming a prodigious shoveler was not the dream to which I aspired as a youth.
Contemplating Nevada
Nevada D. Holmes was my grandmother’s maiden name… she was my dad’s mom. I remember her as a small, quiet, proper old woman who required quiet behavior inside and controlled behavior outside.