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    • Adult
      • Poetry
        • I Couldn’t Tell
        • What She’s Become
        • Wii Death
        • Sometimes a Deer is Just a Deer
        • Summer
    • Young Adult
      • Poetry
        • Blueberry Patch
        • Proximity
        • Moving Van Blues
        • How they’re noisy
    • Hurricane
      • Excerpts From Chapbook
        • Fishing Hole
        • What It Means
    • Additional Poems from Original Manuscript
      • The River
      • Don’t Look Down
  • Grandad
  • Misc
    • “Common Miracles” by Sandy Coomer
    • Excerpt from Nevermore by Kelly Creagh

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Lafayette Wattles

When you think about it, we slip into all these other lives when we’re born (lives and names and cultures that were already here). Lafayette Wattles was my great-great grandfather, a full-blooded Sioux. When I decided to become a writer, I wanted to honor that part of my past as a way to celebrate this new adventure.

Of course, I inherited other names, too, and other cultures (Polish, French, German). They’re all part of who I am and I’ll try to honor them in my writing. But Lafayette, he’s the writer in me, the deep down part that’s always been just a little different. More about me >

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