Kiawah Called My Name is a collection of poetry and short fiction shaped by place, attention, and time spent listening.
Written during and after years working at The Sanctuary Hotel on Kiawah Island, these pieces move through ocean nights and sunlit mornings, storms and imaginings, music and color, elegance and philosophy. The island appears not as backdrop, but as collaborator, speaking through tides, hotel corridors, late shifts, wildlife encounters, weather systems, and moments of quiet human ritual, creating a rhythm of compression, expansion, breath, and narrative.
Kiawah Called My Name is a multi-layered, intimate portrait of a place experienced from the inside: walked, weathered, and wondered over, a record of how an island landscape with exquisite soul-catching essence enters a life, and how a life briefly answers back.