...in the bubbling foam.

Secreted away in the pirouetting grasses where the tide tiptoes its way up the beach; hunkered down in the enduring hills, and sunlit, subliminal valleys; tending the kitchen garden below a rusty railroad trestle, or shoveling the ubiquitous snow -- a man can think too much (wherever he may be).

Punctuated only by the sharp caw’l of a mother raven or the deafening silence of sagacity, from the shadow springs a writer; stirred, not shaken.

As a seasoned Vermont wordsmith trespassing wherever there are fences or flagrant faux pas, I have a broad and fertile history of creative contributions to the work of some of the region’s most dynamic institutions, organizations, businesses and enterprises; and I've met some stellar people and dogs along the way.

I dabble, a bit, this and that you know; whatever it takes to keep my head above water... thus, I write.

Whatever the project, if you’re looking for inspiration and insight, if you want your text to have real, seductive texture, with grace and sophistication, and you want all that affordably and quickly, well, you found us! Olly olly oxen free!!

If instead you're looking for something cheap and on the quick, sorry, we are not that kind of girl.

 
in too many seasons all at once,
a mood for every one, unmistakable, unmasked;
a temper like thunderstorms, the space between thundering,
treasonous rains, indistinguishable distance, deafening silence.