Liner notes.
Summer '26 Nature
The crackle of dry red oak sent a shower of sparks spinning upward into the canopy of the river bluff. Out past the circle of firelight, the dark coulee swallowed the quiet murmur of the river, but…
Summer '26 Dive Bars
The condensation ring from a frosted pint of wheat ale bled straight through the cheap cocktail napkin on the scarred laminate. Outside, the muggy Lake Erie air pressed against the plate glass, but…
Spring '26 Nature
The smell of hot oil, crushed cedar, and iron-red clay hung thick in the cab as the transfer case groaned over a jagged sandstone ledge. Miles deep into the jagged tracks of the Keweenaw, surrounded…
Spring '26 Dive Bars
The dusk air carried the sharp tang of cooling pavement and damp brick. I rounded the corner onto Fourth Street just as the amber neon above a shuttered tailor shop buzzed to life, casting sharp…