To Those I’ve Lost
I really hate needles.
I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges
and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city. It’s an epidemic. It’s always depressing...
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 camp, slightly...
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 hard to
tame,...
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 spring hit...
Giants on the Steel in Small-town Iowa
I hopped off my first Viking Ship around 9 PM,
wandering the dark, dusty, dirt roads of Fort Madison, IA. The crisp air calmed
me and as I listened to the deafening bellows of bullfrogs croak...