Crimson Tides of Sun

I wake on lumber. Crimson embers light the sky, as she sleeps on steel.

Freedom is Blind

Gorgonize my ears With that sudden wrench of steel Blind me with freedom

Sinuous Peregrinations

On a sinuous Peregrination of steel Is our land's heartbeat

The Wood Chip Train Can

Train Hopping Millinocket, Maine I woke up covered in a thick, wet, film of condensation from the crashing raindrops running rampant throughout the rough night, festering from the ambush of humidity. I glanced through the...

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...