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Welcome to my writing portfolio! Here, you can explore a curated selection of my work that showcases my passion for storytelling and creativity. From articles to poetry, each piece reflects my unique voice and perspective. Feel free to browse through the links and discover the diverse range of topics.
The Owl and the Sexton
In an old farm town in the New England countryside so long ago that it doesn’t much matter whether the story is true or not, there resided a sexton by the name of Otis McPherson. As many great men have noted, sextons, although constantly surrounded by images of mortality and morseness, are rarely melancholy fellows themselves. Otis was no exception to this general trend and indeed he was as merry a gentleman as they come....
Coyote Storm
It made no sense that we should be haunted by the coyote, and a whole town no less. If it had been the ghost of the child, or if it had haunted the Weaver family, or Joe Maclean, the man who’d tracked the creature, shot it and brought back the tattered dress of Lily Weaver to her parents, that might have made some kind of sense, as much sense at least as hauntings are bound to make in this world, but that wasn't the case. The coyote haunted us all, the entire unincorporated community of Tickston, and by midwinter that year there wasn't a single one of us who didn't have a coyote tale of their own to tell.
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To Start a Riot
This is how it happens. It starts, and everyone is there and everyone knows something could happen because something has happened before and everyone (and I do mean everyone) has a small part of them that sort of wishes something would happen, because if something happens then you are a part of something important, something in history...
The Untruth of Rittenhouse: How We all Ensured a Not-Guilty Verdict.
Sometime over a year ago I was in a shattered building with five men in uniforms pointing guns at me and screaming. They were police officers. I don’t much blame them. I was a looter. I wasn’t “looting” mind you. I may have been a “looter,” but I wasn’t “looting.” To be honest I entered that bombed out husk of a business thinking that, if I were to discover an alcoholic beverage, I would unapologetically drink it, but I wasn’t going out of my way to wrench some sort of profit from all the chaos...