Was really excited when I got the acceptance notification from The Argyle for my poem Here at the Track (the Race and the Boy) — and not just because it features my son.

On the same day as someone took at shot at Donald Trump, we were at the stock car races with the kids. If you’ve ever been to a race, you know they are high-sensory events. The smell of burning rubber, beer, hot dogs and nachos, the heat off the bleachers, the threat of dark clouds, and the noise — the noise is enough to leave you with ears that ring for a week. When the news came in about Trump, it just seemed like information overload in an already overloaded situation.

And then one of the drivers had a serious crash. Seeing all of this through the eyes of my son took a little bit of time, but the only way to describe it was in a poem.

As always, thanks for reading.