I brush my lips against you Your fine soft hairs tickle Tempt You smell of sweet musk Sweat A warm summer day Spent in the orchards Making love beneath the […]
The following excerpt is from my latest contribution to Elephant Journal. When I decided to change my life, the goal was not only to change who I am today but […]
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