An Innisfree Fairy Tale: Hammy the Porcupine Saves the Day!

A poem about trees and life

Two siblings navigate a glittering beach party and old trauma, as war, privilege, and buried loss collide under a bright, brutal sky.

A lyrical folk tale of pawpaw trees, a mysterious stranger, and how one small gift ripples into generations of abundance.

A childhood encounter with a robin becomes a lifelong meditation on God, gratitude, innocence, and the nearness of death.

A telling of the moments after Raymond Chavez passed away, and after his wife had fallen asleep, and his best friend sat on the porch in the wind.

I summary of the feeling that is The Innisfree and how I'm making it a real place.

A hopeful vision for bioregional futures, national parks, watersheds, and a continuous food forest growing outward from living ecosystems.

A hard look at Trump, global power, and corruption, arguing that the devil overreaches and will not ultimately win.

An essay on the polycrisis, collapsing empires, and why The Innisfree focuses on local, regenerative action in a failing world.

An essay on becoming a storyteller in a time of collapse, where writing, faith, ecology, and community converge in a lifelong project called The Innisfree.

On the inflexibility of American problem-solving.

On this revolutionary moment.

On the prospect of revolution.

An update for week 20 of the 40/40 Challenge.

On 16 years of trescrow.com.

On the importance of Bob Dylan's brilliant slow burn, "Girl From The North Country."

On my booting up my writing chops and launching a Patreon page.

I'm surprised that I've somehow found something to write about nearly everyday of my quarantine, given that everyday is the same now.

I've started writing a new novel, a historical horror tale set in colonial Carolina.

No I don't want to battle from beginning to end.I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge.I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends

Everyday, the world unfolds and moves inexorably forward.

Humans have this incredible ability to make things up & then believe them with all our might. It is our most beautiful & most tragic gift.

People die, we all die. I get it. But I'm not ok with a system that uses human beings & animals & the earth itself as grist for the mill.