I’m a writer and freelancer on the Leelanau Peninsula here in the midst of the Great Lakes. Walking is near the center 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, myth and recurrence, non-duality, otherness, kin-making.
I sit on the board of Human Nature School, a local organization dedicated to the mutual flourishing of humans and our ecosystems here.
And a few hopes:
More quiet, more common; may the margins flood the center.