Appalachian Trail
In which I attempt to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail.
Late New Year Post
The 2013–2014 new year post.
The Fiddle Player
The fiddle player sat upon the stage surveying all she saw; The dancers pranced upon the floor as many more came through the door and walked on down the hall.
Recipe for a Roadster
The recipe for a perfect roadster.
Costa Rica
Dust blows down empty streets in Manuel Antonio — what I saw in Costa Rica when I wasn't on the beach.
How I compute
How I do just about everything I do in more detail than you could possibly want.
The Door
A poem I wrote in 2006 after seeing a monologue from a performance of Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper”.
A collection of limericks
Herein is a collection of verse; each written to be very terse. I hope you'll enjoy, that it doesn't annoy, and once read that you won't start to curse.
Don't be evil
Wherein I move many of my internet services away from Google Apps.
Deirdre
In the sticky, evening, Georgia heat
we danced to the sound of a lone fiddle
and two imagined guitars—