Six Crows in A Trenchcoat

Long Live The Lakes  Long Live the Lakes Should this city crumble and burn  May the river swallow us whole  With each drop a thousand turns ...

My love is a heron My love is a heron  Stark black silhouette  In the cloudy morning sky  I cannot see your details I know not of your eyes ...

  I’m writing this at about 10:45 on election night. It’s still unclear who will win, but it seems to be leaning Trump. Regardless I want to...

I’ve already written a rather extensive guide to my favorite band and frankly the greatest band of all time, Chumbawamba, and I’ve been thin...

Recently I’ve been seeing tweets and other online media about companies that are providing support to their employees who may need help in g...

Hanna’s grandfather was a poet. He danced with the words he spoke and the words he wrote. He melded syllables and rhymes and double entendre...

Please Hold On-Reflections on a Voyage Back After 2 years away, I finally made it back to the Vancouver, BC area. On March 17th, the 2 year ...

 It’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my writing here. I’ve been so focused on my essays for class that I haven’t done much introspect...

Chumbawamba, photo from Getty Images   The last few years/months have seen something of a renaissance for the archetypical one-hit-wonder Ch...