Welcome to Elevation 6, Route 1
My Home

I've always been a map guy. At school I twiddled my time away staring at various National Geographic magazines. The WHERE OF IT was the question I wanted to know, and so my creative life's work has been to record my surroundings, as I saw them, and to play free and loose with their locales.
Wherever a gap developed in the linear story, I would insert a PRESS-IN-ON-THE-MOMENT recording device which adds a certain three dimensionality to the place.
My first book of poetry, KINGDOM OF OLD MEN was a paean to the land of the large rock, the Precambrian Shield, where I was raised.
All my work deals with sense of place.
With this new work I have taken my mapping curiosity into my inner landscape and this book, Continent of Ghosts, is the result of this exploration.
—Bill Bradd

Check out "Postcards From Elevation 6, Route 1" -just in...

A Must See "PreCambrian WoodChopper" -YouTube Video

Bill Reading excerpts from A Continent of Ghosts on KZYX

Give a Listen to Notebooks From the Emerald Triangle -Bill reading excerpts on KZYX

When you live out on the edge, you're life goes in cycles and at this particular moment, it's time to look for subscribers for what I do, patrons, if you will.
It's time now to move into reality. I would like to bring internet services into my cabin and, with the help of my web designer, expand my web footprint. Across the board.

If you feel inclined to help in this process, go to PATREON.com, an Internet site that links producer of ideas, to people who are willing to toss in a few bucks each month and receive an exclusive piece from the artist...
In my case, for a subscription of $10 a month I will send you frameable broadsides of my work, signed...
The whole financial transaction is done through Pay Pal. None of your financial information goes beyond Pay Pal.

On my web site I have created a Totem Pole, pictures and stories, bits of bent grass and several found deer skulls with antlers still attached, excavated from the far hills, mountain lion work, I assumed. ˜ Bill Bradd

I wanted to become a writer, so I could become a good reader, so I would know great writing when I saw it, to see the armature, the slant of light, to understand how texture casts shadows, to be someone for whom the whole earth of language was quite round.
— From Notebooks From The Emerald Triangle