This is a poem that I wrote a couple years ago in one of my fits of whimsy. I was looking back through my poetry this morning and thought that I'd share this one today. While I was hiding from the rain beneath the old bridge that spans the little river by the mill I... Continue Reading →
Fiddle-Dee-Dee
Below are the entries copied from my journal chronicling my week at Maine Fiddle Camp. 8.17.14 Today was the first partial day of Maine Fiddle Camp. The morning was spent in preparation, mostly cleaning the house so that the dog sitter doesn't think we're total slobs. We left our house at around 5:30 pm, entered... Continue Reading →
Poems and Promises
This week, unlike the past couple of weeks, is relatively calm. It's a brief lull in the storm of summer. Pretty soon, I'm going to be heading to New York for Greyfox Bluegrass Festival and then I'm taking a woodworking class and then I'm going to Maine Fiddle camp. Not to mention working, writing, and... Continue Reading →
A Return to Birdy Days
Author's Note: this is a fun little essay that I wrote last summer based on a writing exercise known as the dreaded association, in which you trade out words in a sentence for a related word. It's actually a little more complicated than that, but I'll spare you the gory details. Please enjoy. When it was birdy and hot... Continue Reading →