Old journal excerpts
She lies dormant ahead of me, an old friend waiting to become reacquainted, “just a little while longer and I’ll be on my way,” and so she waits, faithful, steady and unchanged, biding her time until my return. And I will return, when the leaves fall short, detached from their life source, and the moon … Continue reading Taking Back the West
We’re still here. With the pulling of the ocean, we weather along with the sand dunes hoping for a break in time. But it passes us by, relentless by nature, it passes us by, without warning, like a thief in the night. We steal each breath and reserve the knowledge that it could be our … Continue reading Make Your Mark
I cleaned out my mom's garage this weekend and came across two trunks filled with my brother's things. Birthday cards, letters, and tons of pictures made up most of the contents, but I also found his red spiral notebook he used as a journal during his first and second stays in Yellowstone National Park. I've … Continue reading The Yellowstone Experience
I hope we are upon another awakening. A revolution. I hope the government is not as corrupt as I fear. A conspiracy. I hope God, in whatever sense of the word, really exists. A reason. I hope we are upon another realization. A vision.
This is a prayer for you my stranger friend, I love what you had to give. Sadly I relate to a tragic end, for it could have been me as much as anyone; it could have been me but it had to be you.
You keep waiting and it finally comes, in unfamiliar territory, you find the strangest doors. If I ever have a love of my own, I hope he looks and acts and dreams exactly like you. Tainted throwbacks sporting suntanned rings, I hope I have the pleasure of taking first. Coupled misery and faded passion monopolize … Continue reading Widows of Phantom Brides
The world is waiting to die. Cold air seeps through spaces, the furnace unable to penetrate, silenced voices scream through speakers, seeping into my senses. Rising heat settles, the cold subsides, warming my intention. Discarded trends, discounted bins, a world undecided, persuasive, unstable, echoing voices mimic each other, radio waves conform, a standard chorus, the cooling … Continue reading The Furnace
The beach houses have looked better. Christmas trees line the shore and gray skies seem to stick around like an unwanted memory. Boarded up and abandoned, un-sturdy and off balance, these dwellings are in no shape to face another hurricane season on the Gulf Coast. It’s been a couple of years since I last graced … Continue reading Jellyfish Killers
I have my excuses like we all do, but the storm took me by surprise and the flood was unexpected – as unexpected as my failed spirit. Trees are still stripped of their bark and I still can’t fathom how they survived at all. A surprisingly strong root system must have stepped in the way, … Continue reading Untitled
The Apple and the birdcage 