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...
Day 1 – Mount Royal and the Raccoons
Mount Royal and the Raccoons
To avoid crossing the border by foot, I took a Greyhound to Montreal, which did not go smoothly by any means. It never...
Gettin’ Flooded
“This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my
money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little
to no money as...
Under a “Needle-Infested” Bridge
"This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little to no money as...
Crimson Flames of the Past
At times I feel lost
drifting,
wishing,
hoping,
dreaming,
for that tender voice to soothe my lost soul of its loneliness and ineptitude
like the sanctity of an angel...
But with greed eating the souls of our youth I only wonder...
