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Dog Days
Galveston fills me with anticipatory nostalgia. I want to be a sandy old man with bright white veneers beaming under sunken eyes and leathery skin. Tan lines from my sunglasses, loose-fitting linen clothes, and sandals…
Ames Crossing Road
As far as I know, Minnesota is the perfect place to bird in early May after many of the migratory species have gone north for the summer. It’s worth noting that I know next nothing.
Sleep Wrinkles
A poem for Rami.
New York/New Work
I can’t tell if Esme can discern the words “New York” from “new work” because there’s no perceptible difference between the two in her sweet toddler voice.
Green Thumb
A poem for my wife.
backyard beauties
It’s springtime in Texas and birds are on the move.
Big Three
After changing diapers, relieving ourselves, and grabbing coffee, we wandered over to the Chamber of Commerce to learn about the sleepy town. Hanging amongst other local merch was an advertisement for the “10th Annual Schulenberg Sausagefest.” Cue tail wag and perked ears.
February/March ‘25 READS
I let my attention span get berated by YouTube and Netflix. A costly mistake when it comes to keeping up with reading…
Birding Beginnings
I write “which I assume” to acknowledge just how novice I am at one of the richest and historic hobbies around: birding.
January Book Reviews
Read books like you watch television: if you don’t like it, change the channel. Super easy to do when app-reading.
Here are the books I read this month…
Bonus Brothers
None of us had yet become any of the things we are now. But we were officially brothers.
Liturgy - A Retrospective
Church work has put a lot of miles on my faith— most Sundays, church is “just church.” But there are Sundays like this one where old songs sound new again. Those are the good Sundays.
El Rancho
As the family loaded back into the truck, I made one final image. La vaca.