About the Front Porch
This is where you stop for a second and figure out where the heck you just landed with a thud.
The Front Porch isn’t the work. It’s the pause before it. The place where you decide which door to open — or whether you’re even staying.
ACFA Creative House isn’t one neat lane pretending to be everything. It’s a working house with different rooms doing different jobs. The Porch exists so you don’t have to guess.
Two main doors from here. Pick one.
Porch Journal is my side of the house. This is where the writing lives — field notes, process notes, short essays, porch talk, and whatever sharp thought didn’t feel like being polite for comfort. Materials, decisions, humor, mistakes, and lived experience all show up here. Nothing dressed up. Nothing sanded smooth.
Engineer’s Corner is his space. Just because he bugs me so much about his thoughts that I decided, fine you get your lane. I get mine. This is where his poetry, verse, and longer stories reside. Different rhythm, different wiring. Sometimes mathematical, sometimes wandering. Always intentional.
If you want to know who’s behind the work, you can read the Authors’ Bio.
There’s no “right” way through this place. Start anywhere. Linger. Backtrack. Switch rooms. The Gallery keeps the visual record. Fast Lane is there if you’re just grabbing something and leaving — but just a reminder, you’d still end up with me as the greeter at the front door. Just so you know.
Art doesn’t owe comfort.
Readers owe themselves discernment.