Tag: americana

My Family Ghost Stories

Something I’ve noticed about hauntings is that while in the midst of one it can be difficult to acknowledge what you’re experiencing. They have a fogging effect that often doesn’t clear until after gaining a degree of distance. A forgetful daze sets in. If you’ve ever wondered why people living in haunted houses tend to stay put instead of pack up and run, this may be why.

New Hill Lane – Beginning a Story with a Place

I wrote this recently as the possible opening for an untitled orphanage project that I've otherwise shelved, but it's a perfect example of one of my favorite ways to commence and build a story: beginning with a setting. Please enjoy! New Hill Lane never grew used to the attention. Jutting from the apex of a … Continue reading New Hill Lane – Beginning a Story with a Place →

“American Midnight” – Day 27 of National Poetry Month

Imperial street lamps to untamed starlight, Striding in the unsafe carnival Drunk on the unnamed attitude Sober in the sight of enemies Dangerous in the eyes of friends Restlessly metropolitan Sleeplessly middle American Nervously coastal, As the store fronts close, were already closed, stay open Where the news reports, is received, is made Sleeping the … Continue reading “American Midnight” – Day 27 of National Poetry Month →

“Outside the House” – Day 5 of National Poetry Month

The path of bricks covered in dirt Beneath the bush beside our house Which stood on the left hand of town Never experienced love The iris garden less than twenty feet away Bloomed once a year and often Died before its life began Thanks to early warmth and a late freeze A tree in our … Continue reading “Outside the House” – Day 5 of National Poetry Month →