He trudges slowly up the hill.
The pack on his back is only half of the burden he is carrying.
The rest is in the pack that he keeps under the table in that dark room in his heart.
3 days, 8 hours ago
A Righteous Revival
1 month, 2 weeks ago
I don’t like you.
I don’t like the way you wear your hair.
I don’t like your infatuation with the color black;
The way you smear it on your lips and wipe it across your eyes, 191 more words
Upstairs in the bathroom, after I have dressed and left the laptop on the dining room table, I hear the lonesome call of the 4am and the tell-tale rumbling through the open window. 214 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
Two days later, I’m on the tractor, talking to the wind about you, wishing that this crop of doubts that has grown up in my mind would disappear like the grass I’m mowing down. 234 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
The coon is in my mind,
a shadow revealed by the porch light,
turning in circles in the back yard,
licking each blade of grass. 154 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
Dry Sailor Boy
‘Don’t cha find the internet bums you the hell out…’
I read, I thought, ‘lonely bloke, blog bloke blogs,’ I thought.
‘Well then, you,’ I said, tapped, switched tenses, tapped, addressed the man to cheek… 324 more words