Turning 40: Why I Write

At three days away from turning 40 years old, I haven't been published, and yet I continue to write and call myself a writer. I'm not published because I haven't ever submitted anywhere or queried an agent. Sure, I'd like to be published some day, but that's never really been the point for me. The … Continue reading Turning 40: Why I Write

Tanka, July 12th, Soldotna

a bear paw thrashes beneath the surface, missing salmon from the lake later splayed on styrofoam because bait evokes no fear   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, … Continue reading Tanka, July 12th, Soldotna

Tanka, July 11, Homer

no road leads to this remote Alaska, carved by nature, tamed by none. we traverse in awe, then fall silent and still at the source   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just … Continue reading Tanka, July 11, Homer

Tanka, July 10, Nikolaevsk

simplicity of old believers on display for a price, enjoy the inauthenticity of dumplings sold at Costco   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, there is a different … Continue reading Tanka, July 10, Nikolaevsk

Tanka, July 9, Seward

fish vanish in the breach, in the gull tornado as vast mouths surface a million shutter clicks quelled by our own nothingness   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, there is … Continue reading Tanka, July 9, Seward

Tanka, July 8, Seward

toes in frigid stream respite from the humid trail we tread with others unseen but present in grass trampled, just recently quit   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, there … Continue reading Tanka, July 8, Seward

Tanka, July 7th, Talkeetna

their soft drum on pine builds symphony with songbirds spattering raindrops collide against plexiglass a discordant ballyhoo     Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, there is … Continue reading Tanka, July 7th, Talkeetna

Tanka, July 6, Hurricane Turn

Denali above running salmon below, guide the Hurricane train of no stations, just hands, hands for Redfearn, who knows them all   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, … Continue reading Tanka, July 6, Hurricane Turn

Tanka, July 5, Whittier

forward through the sound backward through the mercury I button my coat yet widen my eyes, to earth, our past told in blue strata   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just … Continue reading Tanka, July 5, Whittier

Tanka, July 4th, Anchorage

bellies of airplanes relentless dominance of mankind in nature fails where the earthly blue meets mud and claims another fool   Memories of a trip to Alaska, told in tanka. Tanka follow a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. The middle line serves as a turning point, so that if you read just the first three lines, … Continue reading Tanka, July 4th, Anchorage