And make no mistake that the medicine that the Purdy’s found at that lake was no doubt strong. But the A-Frame that they built on that lake in the middle of Loyalist country became an receiver of that medicine, funneled towards its positive nature.
For those that follow me on social media, you realize that I’ve been a poet on the go the last… Read more On Cosmopolitanism, the Social Writer, and the Ways We Should Move Around Us.
Time to reach out from the wintry basement perch of this writer. We’ve all cleared out from 2017 and all… Read more This Rock Shall Shake Forth the Better Year
So today it is. This is official release date for my second poetry collection, This City at the Crossroads. This… Read more Adherents to the Lyrics of the Places We’ve Lived: Notes on the Second Book.
One of the best things with having completed a MFA is that you generally exit the program with more work… Read more May This Rock be Truth: Thoughts on the Newest Project
I’ve been thinking and working a great deal in the realm of Indiana, getting lost in the Hoosier Heartland if… Read more Lost in the Hoosier Heartland: Notes from the Desk of D.A. Lockhart
One novel, one poetry collection, and grant writing. In the midst of a heavy writing season here at the old… Read more Rail Jumping: Working Two Genres at Once
Let’s start with this: I received the first physical copy of my first book of poetry, Big Medicine Comes to… Read more Weight of Just One Small Book
Talk of course leads to more reading and then turning on a feed from the station that provided a soundtrack to your life a decade back.
The view from the office now is of trees in full-leaf and the steady hungry scavenging of grackles on the… Read more Update from the Desk of D.A. Lockhart: Exactly What Have I Been Up To?