A Blue Ridge Memory
The shadow races across the blue ridge Sitting on the stone wall, lost in each other Not a care in the world for that moment As the sun cast it’s shadow Little…
Untitled Poem #8
You and I always travel under the cover of night, letting the midnight winds caress our skin that, just hours ago, baked in the sweltering sun. We roll the…
Mountains and canyons.
The mountains were beautiful. They looked as if someone had taken great care to make them perfect. Like they had carved them, painted them and placed them as…
The Mountains
They were vast and blue and the tops of them white as purity. To feel the crunch of the rock beneath the boots - to grasp the clear waters that weaved through…
His Choice
He crouches down on the rock, surveys the landscape as best he can. He tells me that I should enjoy the view - someday my eyes will turn this into the haze of…
The Test Of Trees
Drove far past where the roads turned to gravel, then dirt. Parked by a tall tree with bright leaves, flanked by a twisted spruce with dead red needles. Put…
The Outbreak
Mary Wake up A moan Mary A louder moan What is it Carl I couldn’t believe Carl was up this late, disturbing my sleep. There was only 3 more hours before I had…
Today's The Day...
There comes a time in everyone’s life where you have to retrace your steps and work out exactly how things went so horribly, terribly, irreparably wrong. Dylan…
Gathering a little moss
I woke up in Fezia. That surprised me, for I had slept, shivering in the lee of my dead horse, in the certain knowledge that my travelling days had come to and…