My vehicle Wasn’t always taken care of Old as it is It shows the scars Of its rough history It’s paint Lacks the luster of its early days The interior […]
It took everything I had to get to Fairview, Montana, 1,900 miles from home, and once I arrived it was not as promised. Some of it was good. Some of […]
Lips pressing gently Between soft words Sharing the story of our life In whispers Only we would understand Hands playing, searching, probing Seeking place and time to memorize Connecting […]
I carry with me now every breathless thought that carried me to you a year ago each of them as full of life and energy as they were on the […]
When I left Alabama I was smiling because I felt like I have a home to go back to and I like that feeling. When I got to North […]
A little story about finding something I didn’t even know I’d lost.
Another sleepless night.
not this time
Shit happens and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it but I am not defined by those things, I am defined by how I respond to them.
Wherein the author struggles with the difference between "surrender" and "giving up."
Life is a journey best shared.
There was I time I thought of myself as "Stormchaser". It was a label I assigned to offset the difficult times that seemed to follow me as a way of reversing the odds.
be wild be free
I see him walking down the street. Stumbling, mostly. Looking for something. alone, lonely, drunk and wasted, lost, looking for home
Arms out touching phantom limbs and ephemeral vine. Closed eyes focused on aery chimera that plays like faded film, enshrouding me in palpable memory like a mist. August oaks and […]
Almost a year ago I chose to move to Mobile to pursue the possibility of a committed relationship. I learned quite a bit about love from that relationship and from […]