Courage, nothing less

Courage, nothing less, stands between cello on the wall of living room and me. The case that wraps it is … More


How lucky we are to be alive right now

But last night, I did not stop to question; upon the blast, I was beckoned as if by Gabriel himself from behind porch screens and dim lamplight to bath in a shower of dazzling blue and white sound raining down above the water of Lake Michigan

winter begin(s)now

one hundred miles beneath my feet, the world will begin pressing carbon and in one million millennia it will be diamonds, but here above ground, the sky presses gray air and in an instant it is brilliant crystal


Strawberry Lemonade

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the … More



My sight was a jumble as my eyes became the unfortunate casualty of endless minutes of persistent abuse by the … More


Recollections of an audience member: Breaking Pointe

I’m currently neck-deep in the impossible process of trying to decide what I want to do with my major. I … More