Train Hopping

After three years of travel by foot, bicycle, bus and plane, Brian Cray hopped his first freight train outta Flagstaff, AZ, riding blind on a boxcar on the Southern Transcon.  He had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, but somewhere between the chaos, the innocence, the paranoia, train hopping stuck with him through the years, flowing in his gypsy blood.  Now he spends his free time between jobs wandering the country by freight train whenever he has the money and the time.

Mystery Man

My face is my face, but I am still a ghost, yes, I am still a ghost.

Sentimental Scribblings

Immersed in the wax, Scribbling, writing emotions, Leaving marks behind...

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