Publications

Hey! Here’s a picture of me, back in the day. Below it you’ll hear modern-day me reading a creative nonfiction story I put together with the help of the good people of Wrath-Bearing Tree and So Say We All (Veteran Writers’ Division), about the kinds of things that were going on at the time this picture was taken….

In an anthology chock-full with revealing poetry and prose, more than 50 emerging and established military writers unpack their stories of sacrifice, hardship, joy, and laughter in uniform!

I drum the steering wheel of the rental car with the flats of my palms. It’s the opening riff of a song by Yaz. It takes three notes, four—that blossoming into a fanfare of electronic horns, and I’m a teenager in the 80s driving these same roads in Ingrid’s crap Toyota, bellowing along. “Don’t make …

I’m sitting in the CONEX, just a fancy shipping container really, that serves as our office at the
port in Antwerp. It’s January and the skies are as drab as the thousands upon thousands of vehicles
parked on hundreds and hundreds of acres of concrete pads at the edge of the docks, all straight lines
and rectangles and canvas, some camouflaged for the desert and some not yet painted, waiting their
turns to roll or be lifted onto the ships that hesitate only long enough to be loaded before they scud
away to the Gulf. Slouching, riding lower under the weight of their burdens, toward Bethlehem.