To Those I’ve Lost

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I really hate needles.  I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city.  It’s an epidemic.  It’s...

Stray Needles in Hartford

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A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours of night.  I awoke, confused as to what gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.  Rain dripped.  It dropped from the abandoned overhang above my...

The Ocean, Sun and Moon

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It comes and goes in waves much like the ocean, the sun and the moon.  It strikes like jolts of lightning and then disappears, lurkin’ underneath, and dwellin’ in the clouds.  This esoteric feelin’ is...

A Taste of WILD

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Sharp rays of light tickled my face as I awoke early morning on the incongruent ground with a minefield of walnuts burrowed beneath my back.  I sat up; cracked the bones in...

Day 3 – Runnin’ with the Devil

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After an uneventful ride with a speck of Lake Ontario far off in the distance, camouflaged by the grassy knolls and verdant pastures of countryside, I jumped off my train in CN...