Stray Needles in Hartford
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
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
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
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...
Day 2 – That Night Train on Canadian Grain
I woke to the sound of bicycle spokes zinging, bells
ringing, and feet tromping as joggers stomped through the recreational path
that lead to the overlook of Mount Royal.
Almost immediately, I started making my...
