Writing that is not ads.
A published fiction bilingual short story.
Crosscurrents Literary Magazine
Horses are big fancy babies. Here's a few pages of my horse book, or click the cover for the full book.
I lived in Chile for a year. I visited all of the poet Pablo Neruda's homes. These spaces felt like walking through his words, rich with culture, one night stands, and sea creatures.
Also in Chile, I met some folks in the Patagonia who I convinced to hire me to mop their ship so I could hitch a ride to Antarctica to dance with Emperor Penguins. But that's a story for another time.
How to train a wild colt.
(Photo from my Equine Photography phase)
It is proven by science that everyone has an Uncle Billy. Here's a short story about mine.
A poem I wrote while living in a garage while I took Marine Bio summer courses at UCSB.
A sample of a coffee table book I wrote inspired by the rock packages we'd receive at Hawaii Volcanoes National Park.
Once I lost $5 walking to a class. In true Sad Poet form, I wrote a poem about it.
I co-authored scientific medical articles on bones, on weed, on sound waves.
A poem about the largest international balloon fiesta in the world. But mostly, the best burritos ever.
A story about living off grid on earth's most active volcano where my toilet was above a lava crack, and my outdoor shower grew wild plumerias up the walls.
A poem about my Chilean host siblings and my hangover.
