You can call me Scott. I’m a writer, freelancer and sometimes teacher on the Leelanau Peninsula — on stolen Anishinaabe land — here in the midst of the Great Lakes. Walking is near the heart of my vocation, and I convey some of my rambles in an amiably weird monthly newsletter called Polylith. In my poetry and prose, I write about land and the imagination, pattern and recurrence, myth and a spirited human participation in this much-more-than-human world. My poems have appeared in Reliquiae.
Presently (summer 2021), I am doing fieldwork with the University of Minnesota as part of the Great Lakes Piping Plover Recovery Effort. I work four days a week on North Manitou Island, and document some of that time in an ongoing cycle of short spoken poems. My first pamphlet, Rising water / Palm to stone, is available for purchase, and subscriptions are open for the quarterly zine Drift Body. You can follow along with my work via the newsletter. If any of this strikes a chord, do send me a note.
And a few hopes:
More quiet, more common; may the margins flood the center.