Center of the Universe
My hair, ruffled by the wind. My feet, dangling over the roof. I can see the highway from here, and all the cars moving endlessly towards unknown destinations…
Pause
Darkness clings Ripples in a pond Cattails waving in the soft summer breeze Green eyes of water, watching, perched on lilypad The silence between heartbeats…
pilgrimage
They drove us around in circles, as if we didn’t have to eat or sleep or shit. The first two we could do in the car, anyways, so they must have thought it…
The Dogwood Also Rises
I love to stand on a path in the woodlands in early March and look closely. As I cast my gaze out at the barren trees and the verdant pines, I find the ghostly…
Midnight Road
Driving at night had always been very special to Milo. As a child he would take every opportunity to accompany his father on midnight deliveries, mesmerised by…