Writings

As an army “journalist” – in quotes because military journalism is also called “public affairs” – I wrote lots of articles and editorials on varying topics having to do with the army (2002-2008). Now I write songs, essays, op/eds and whatever else makes sense at the time. You can browse the archives or skip to my work published by:

Warrior Writers
Truth-Out
Broke-Ass Stuart
The US Army

Archives:

  • Reflection | #CommunicationFail: Talking Politics In The Trump Era I kind of can’t believe I’m saying this, but … the post-election development that bothers me most isn’t the threat of an authoritarian regime. I mean, that is deeply troubling, and I’m definitely freaked right the hell out about the rise of fascism in this country, but even so, there’s a problem that worries me ...
  • Reflection | The Dark Side of Red Rocks Like any devout fan of live music, I’ve spent time at beautiful outdoor concert venues all around the country, dancing in the breeze to the songs of my favorite bands, soaking up the mountains, deserts and oceans that stretch out for miles in every direction. And like many of the people who surround me in ...
  • Reflection | Standing Rock: We Are Not At War “Fall in!” came the command from the front of the Sitting Bull College auditorium Saturday night, and as hundreds of my fellow veterans and I took our places in formation, I fervently hoped that we weren’t about to witness the end of a peaceful movement. When I first saw the news that thousands of veterans were ...
  • Reflection | Keep Standing Rock Decolonized This is a militarized zone unlike any I’ve seen before. One side is armed, while the other chooses not to be. One side faces no threat; the other is threatened from all angles – snow, sleet, sickness, sadness and the System. One side fights violently for oil and money; the other, peacefully, for water and ...
  • Reflection | Silent And Strong: Women Lead At Standing Rock As I march beside hundreds of silent women toward the imposing guards of the Dakota Access Pipeline, I wonder why we don’t do this every damn day, every-damn-where in the world. Arms linked, we march from the camp to the bridge, where behind towering concrete barricades lurks an LMTV (with a gunner!). The smell of ...