Flashback: The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge

From now until January 1, three times a week I’ll be sharing with you some of my all-time favorite posts — you might think of it as a curated collection of the Best of Alpha // Whiskey // Foxtrot.   In between, there’ll be space for new photos, new words and new wonder:  a mingling […]

Ordinary Things, Meaning and Mystery (a moment when I sound like a total flake and don’t care)

It might sound obvious, but whenever I look at my favorite photographs or paintings, I have the confident sense that they mean something … I’m just not really sure what. It’s the peripheral-vision pull of it — the feeling that something important is just out of reach — that attracts me. (I’m much less interested in things I’m sure […]

A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]

An Almost-Poem, Left Under the Williamson Road Overpass (and also: What I Talk About When I Talk About Poetry): Day Fourteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * It’s been awhile since I shared anything here that approached what some people call by the name “poetry.” […]