Slow and Scenic on Loaded Wood Chips
After lying my ass off to the Park Ranger at Baxter State Park, I found myself with a pink warning slip in my pocket, my pack in the bed of his vehicle and my...
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...
Trainless Days in the Woods
Vermont Railway Systems in Rutland
The air suffocates my face as mucous dribbles down my nose and onto my lips. I lay there on layers of moist cardboard, wrapped in a cocoon of nylon, listening...
Fuck Outta Here White Boy
To avoid BNSF Memphis Yard, I walked 12 miles to a traffic signal along the Mississippi River. East Memphis felt neighborly, with white picket fences, immaculate homes in gated communities and plentiful churches. I...
Crimson Tides of Sun
I wake on lumber.
Crimson embers light the sky,
as she sleeps on steel.
