Can hear the wind if eyes closed long enough and go to any old place in full spectrum tilt, pick … More
Tag: memory
Just Another Blues
Dusty limestone shores and murky water movin’ ankle deep and slide right in up to the neck for shadow-casted afternoons … More
Where Only Our Feet Could Take Us
It’s a lush green in all directions that I see from my perch on the patio of a Quality Inn … More
Never Taking Shelter
On the banks of the Vltava at two in the afternoon on a Sunday, that’s where I started to lose … More
The Overflowing
The overflowing is always there. It’s the wellspring to every connection, longing, desire, and outpoured emotion, the river underneath. The … More
Learning to Sing
I taught myself how to run in Kuwait. Really, I taught myself how to run at the appropriate speed and … More
Hiking with a Friend, or, None of This By Mistake
god, we were so lost by the time they found us that we had already walked twice as far as … More
And There I Was
Among the multitude of human existence are conditions, many codes of living. I am not among the elite, the athletic … More
Alive By Night
Alive by night The only kind. Even when near the end Always bright punching drinking singing dancing walking skipping … More
Crossing That Bridge
Crossing that bridge All those bridges It wasn’t for you And I’m starting to wonder If it was ever for … More