I’ve been on so many times. You name it. Theme parks, sporting events, the occasional spartan battle. But none of it’s quite the same without you.   We used to paint the town red & pull all-nighters in the name of mankind. For close to…

The loudest weep for guidance is tongue tied and held together with a sheepish grin on I had mistaken my makers for a mother and father. Nurture came from the sky. We cried together. Trees fostered me. I was built on a foundation of forsaken…

Silent, stealthy move, Anger in silence only proves, It ever comes hungers boon.

I heard it- that sound, it had been around all my life but now it was louder. A flat solid thump thu-mp, thum-p. The horizon was changing, the mountain range was gone. I gathered up my guts I knew this was going to suck but…

Love Birds   Love like flamingos: stand tall when beaten by wind, blistered by warm sun

Some boys are still here, some have gone, they are living life as those dreams they used to have. Some boys have gone, they’ve danced to wind of life they’ve gone in directions far from what they used to have as dream. Life is a…

the medieval faithful believed Spain’s Cape Finisterre was the end of the world and to sail beyond that horizon was to fall off the very face of the earth I stand on the rocky shore and feed the strands of my mother’s hair to the…

My silent watcher, cheering and fade, He follows everywhere, never leaving! Every turn of self, guiding my blade, My silent watcher, cheering and fade, With hack and slash, revelry made. Approving in silence, sinister weaving, My silent watcher, cheering and fade, He follows everywhere, never…

Oven Dreams brown wrinkled and crusty, row upon row, neatly placed in order. little potatoes to the back, the larger ones in the front two rows the oven is dark, no illumination. time has cooled the burning. I reach my hand to the far right…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….