"Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all." - Douglas Adams |
Lighting fires
Everyone has a candle. My job is to hand out matches.
If you're starting a company, a book, an artistic practice, or you're building a personal thought leadership profile, I'm here to help you light an authentic fire. |
LET'S TELL A STORY
Story is humankind's greatest invention. Better than cars (which are just the gas burning punchlines of engineering stories), better than sliced bread (it's embarrassing it makes anyone's list), and better than soccer (all heroes are stories, even the sports ones). Story makes everything that has ever happened, happen. The great and the awful.
Stories inspire us, drive us mad, turn us on, and change our minds. Imagine a world in which every authentic human story is shared, explored and celebrated. Welcome to the place where you'll find some of mine. And a place to get help telling yours. I'm humbled you're here. I have worked with award-winning artists, scientists, entrepreneurs, seasoned leaders, culture builders, organizations small and large, around the world and across nearly every industry. The thing they have in common: they are all authentic, values-driven, and working to put good in the world. If you're working to do the same, let's do something wonderful together. |
Latest Publications
NowNow is a poem about the worlds and experiences that brush shoulders with each other in downtown Toronto.
And what it takes to wake a dead man. “beneath the humming rectangle eyes, the flashing, frantic sky-wide eyes of the city-- that says something quietly.” |
Choices in the TrenchAnother dark piece that breathes in the after-there of combat. Adapted by the one and only Rogue Wave Comics (Harold Richter). It's poetry meets comics once again in another Graphic Lit Anthology.
The warrior ethos in a poem. "For I lived every passion-- Every sin in every fashion-- and every moment like this last one is a chance to stand again." |
Spilling Empty CupThe day I took a rushed flight to say goodbye to my father is one I remember with the kind of clarity we mistakenly refer to as photographic memory. I wrote this piece a few weeks later.
“I’ve known no quiet as empty or full as a hospital room whose machinery has gone silent” |
BalanceMy first short story was published in the Rappahannock Review Issue 9.1. A science fiction piece that explores what happens when the wrong people hold on to power for too long. You can read the interview as well where I... well, explain myself.
“Limit resources, make the people compete for what’s rightfully theirs, keep them looking left and right instead of up. Zero-sum mindsets in a zero-sum machine.” |
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