The famed Minnesota poet Robert Bly has had a huge influence on my writing and I have grown to love his poetic form, the ramage. The idea of this particular work was to share a sense of desperation one can sometimes encounter in the deep South as warm nights activate a symphony of pests.

Fed by a prompt, this poem captures the fragility of millions of people living in the shadows of San Salvador's dormant volcano.

An everyday observation of the Texas hunting culture and its provisions for those in need.

The poem came out of the joy I find returning to my roots, sitting around the coffee table at The Dairy Queen with my elders.

This poem employees the poetic form of the classical Shakespearean sonnet, capturing the morning magic of songbirds over the high plains of Taos in late summer.

Strolling the streets of Amsterdam, a recollection of time with my new bride and our unexpected turn into its famed Red Light District.