Fortune and Despair

the hum of the engine hapless soundtrack of the unfamiliar at every turn a new decision – sitting in the cabin no passengers at my side whilst huge barreling mechanical behemoths pass with thunderous aplomb – so proud so steadfast and sure speeding down the pitted mat surpassing me at every turn – dizzying barrage…

Dead Set

passed a deer last night – not in the way you imagine though – no majestic forest king grazing in the overgrowth – ‘stead he was sprawled out like a burst sausage – there on the side of the road dead eye gaze – split scarred torn and broken – on a bed of dirt…

Life on the Low Road

old man spoke with tears in his eyes telling tales of better days about seasons which bled into each other like paint how colors seemed to fade a little each passing year – he remembered his childhood home how he left it went to new york one eve on a departing train refusing to look…