When the trees weep
When the trees weep the raging battle has taken a turn. Rivers disappear and a lonely dog walks...
Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking...
The Well is Barren
I have had a few days off of work. Before this, I came up with a great plan...
Poem – Awake
I lie awake at night and during the day and I think of the opportunities I have passed...
Time
Where has time gone? While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have...
Poem – Memories
Bundled, dressed, and prepared for winter and spring, the sun is sharp and clear, the air is charged...
Poem – City
I walk the midnight valleys of this desolate city mired in the remnants of industry. I walk the...
Poem – Family
The months slip away – winter falls into spring summer slides into winter. September lays at our feet...
Poem – Time
measured paces of swift moving feet across ocean sands. years pacing back and forth what am I waiting...
Turning 38
I recently turned 38 and life, of course, deviated from the one set in stone paths, the direction...