A Handful of Dust, 2002 [Available at Elk River Books, click here to order.]

“… This is my first night at a small cabin outside of Grayling, Michigan. I have come here to finally write my book. Three white-tail deer come past my window eating blueberries, one still in spots – a late birth. The music of Miles Davis mingles with a stick of Nag Champa to fill my air with an exotic fury. My third beer has emptied itself and left me unsatisfied. I am alone. I am filled with the Dance. I am alone and I am alive. …”