Hoof On Gravel

Softly, in the dusk, I follow on horseback; Burning on, persistent embers of the campfire seem to summon us, till’ we hear granular friction against hoof. Neighs echo amongst lonesome hills. By the road to the nearest town, under the surge of blue, I blurt, frantically “I am jealous of your life.” The cowboy laughs- ensuing silence….

Seas, Unseen

Marbled slabs of sunshine pour into the face of the forest, as morning spread across the whole earth. I fill my glass of it. Beams soften into shade, are buried and put away in fleeting grasps, interrupted. Shrouded in verdant pauses. Essence of soil, dirt, leaves, waft upon the wings of wind- they are expressive,…

Past Lives; Sporadic Light

I have a reoccurring dream in which my body takes flight, following the path my mind seems to take when I listen to certain, familiar songs. My mind’s eye (or the images that I seem to create with my imagination- if you will) seems to create designs and movements to the beat or rhythm of…

Golden Light; Eternity

Marbled slabs of sunshine pour into the face of the forest, as morning spread across the whole earth- I fill my glass of it. Beams soften into shade, are buried and put away in fleeting grasps, interrupted. The sun shrouds me in verdant pauses. Essence of soil, dirt, leaves waft upon the wings of wind-…

Goin’ Down The Road Feelin’ Bad

The PBR can, securely situated between my legs, was sweating, and drops were pooling on both sides of my legs. In this lull of conversation, I looked down at my legs and let my mind wander, until someone spoke next— I have never been one to talk much among this group. Sam, with a glass…

Unaka Springs

I am a strong believer that to truly understand the spirit of a natural place one must not be in a rush, and should embark alone, if possible. There is so much to say for the silence of being alone, it leaves interpretation to other human factors: movement, nuance, feeling, and other ephemeral sensations. Taking…

The Queen of Westminster Canterbury

Sat with legs crossed, clasping her white gloved hands. My namesake—ninety-four years of Virginian grace. She was gentle affections of mild mannered poise, she was the slight tap underneath my elbow when stationed on the table top, and the small nod of head when both hands were in my lap. An Old Fashioned she would…

Morning bounty

Above the molten snow- meadow larks fly low, without sound, sitting in the snow- on tree branches, on dead limbs, on barn roofs, on power lines, dusted in snow. I try not to make a sound, and silence my engine. From this bridge, I leave a trail of visible breath. Mountain slopes cradle me: a…

Chasing chickens

Driving with one hand seems to say “I am in no hurry,” and if one has no passenger to utter this to, it is in a subconscious manner, to remind yourself of a lack of urgency. Jon crossed lanes of traffic, and into the Quickstop parking lot smoothly, and stationed the Subaru by a pump….

my years of musical flowers

I recall that my daily attempt to sit upright and diligently attentive by the piano was an arduous task. Often it was more difficult when the front door was cracked during the warmer months of spring and summer. During those periods, I only wanted to be outside it seemed. I do not remember how I…

winter, the author

To me, the new year was not of much important substance. Time passage is constantly occurring. With each pressing of a key, another instant is lost. Years are holders of innumerable moments, and constructed tools, which enable us to recall things in an organized manner. Time is another form of constriction to our lives. The…

Momentary reflections

There is something beautiful in addressing someone blindly. There is a gnat flying around this moment, and it might as well be you. I am surrounded by a couple hundred people, some of them asleep, and they might as well be you too. I think I see you in the leaves that dance in circles,…