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United States, September 2026
A strange vulnerability drowns me in disdain. The belief that I alone captain my ship offers no hope since it sailed last. Crows caw and peck at my writhing soul, bursting with ambition but bleeding, seeping in an impossibly thin ocean where I've been tossed aside. You threw me off somewhere between youth and yearning. The stones below were broken and pointed, collapsed from the path just back beyond the hill.
United States, January 2026
Chatty families sidestepped scattered rubbish from drunken midnight fireworks on the way to the final days of the Christmas market when the year’s newest alarming headlines arrived in the daily doomscroll. Another week would pass before dismantling of light fixtures and sound systems, and by that time we’d already seen dizzying updated footage of citizens in strife, streets packed, body bags, and dismissive propaganda from the spin rooms circling, calibrating, reticulating, multiplying, around the globe.
Several years in the works - which I’ve learned is nothing unusual for anyone in writing or analog creative pursuits - have at long last led me to release some long-form writing. In short: I published a book! My intent is to create a series called “Spinning in Right Field” documenting some of my adventures and reflections. A series has the advantage of breaking the drafting and editing process in more discrete (read: less daunting) pieces while also allowing each to stand alone as individual books on the different digital marketplaces. It will still see some improvements, like anything in life, but reached a comfortable stage of readiness such that it’s now available. Enjoy!