I’m a writer, freelancer and organizer on the Leelanau Peninsula 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, and a spirited human participation in this much-more-than-human world.
I sit on the board of Human Nature School, a local organization dedicated to the mutual flourishing of humans of all ages and our ecosystems here.
And a few hopes:
More quiet, more common; may the margins flood the center.