Crafting Relatable Narratives
Engaging Songcraft and Storytelling
Novellete & Flash Fiction
To the Pond Again
Ever wonder what it's like to depend on dating apps to meet people? Read this bit of relatable writing here.
The Northern Apes (preview only)
While hunting, a young boy fires accidentally at what he thought was a moose or a bear after flashing a terrifying look at him. What follows is a harrowing tale that makes us question whether we ourselves are reverting back to something more primitive. Read some of the story here.
The Fairy House
Here's a short piece of writing about love and loss. Read it here.
Lunkers
Published in Issue 10|2022 of the Thunderbird Review. This piece of writing gets at the heart of the question, how do you tell your kids you're scared when life throws you a curve ball? Read about it here.
Poetry
Endurance
Endurance won first prize in the 2022 Colonel Darron L. Wright Award contest. It's a narrative poem about regret, loosely built on the expedition to the south pole by Ernest Shackleton. Read it here.
Heart-shaped Rocks
Birds on a Wire
Content with where you find yourself...
Inukshuk
Realizing you're in pursuit of something that isn't true and there's nothing you can seem to do about it.
The Carousel Ride
Lucerne (1886)
The swallowing darkness of depression, in the story of the sinking of the Lucerne.
I’m Your Sugar Donut
Who doesn't love a fresh donut?
Devolution
Novels
Paisley Parker (Coming Soon)
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Get Out, Luke! (Coming Soon)
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Road of Bones (Coming Soon)
Song of Hiawatha (Prologue)
Half hidden in slumping snowcapped branches and trees, an embattled bronze statue of Nokomis cradling Hiawatha in his arms stands defiantly against the thick cold of a bright December morning in Minnesota. He’s a brave warrior. He wears the claws of Bear as testament to his courage emboldened with an eagle feather spearing skyward from atop his head connecting him and his purpose to the creator. His feet are deliberate and sure as they secure their footing on ice-glazed rocks. His hold on her is gentle but strong with his right hand placed just below her exposed naked breast. He’s indifferent to the tumult of the icy water curling around his feet that she so anxiously studies. Indifference arising not out of confidence, but out of necessity. There was no other way to get around that river. And after all this time, they’d still not made it to the safety afforded by the shore, but rather moved as one through latitudes that seem to have escaped time while locked in the uncertainty of that moment. Reader, that’s what it felt like and still does today.