The Cold and Lonely 11R
I hopped on the 11R on one of the coldest nights since I started this trip, at 2 degrees Fahrenheit, catching out of East Deerfield under the moonlit sky. I spent that...
The Silver Path through an Ivory Blanket
I stepped off the bus and walked straight to the woods, past Emgrem, past Jackson, and tromped right past the Stewart's Shop heading towards the tracks across from the yard, where they...
Echo From the Hills
I woke in the middle of the night to yelps and squeals echoing from up in the hills. They weren't from a dog and didn't sound like a fox or a coyote,...
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...