Old Man Look at My Life
As the years melt away through the beautiful chaos of the seasons, I see a man standing amongst the second roundabout in Manchester. He’s about forty years my senior. He’s neither homeless nor a traveler. He’s just...
Trainless Days in the Woods
Vermont Railway Systems in Rutland
The air suffocates my face as mucous dribbles down my nose and onto my lips. I lay there on layers of moist cardboard, wrapped in a cocoon of nylon, listening...
From Golden Stalks to Green Mountains
Through her scars of earth,
Between tilled shimmering dirt,
Gold whiskers converge...