Lament

This is my lament darling…

Son of the World

Wild Garlic

The Trouble with Time-Travel

A Taste of Honey

Honey poured from his mouth Or was it the holy spirit?

Boston

Mask

Head to the city, the streets are the same, yet for some there is something new on their face Meanwhile Continue reading →

Open Road

I am an open road, yearning, searching, moving forwards, too curious to ever give up Full of pot holes, diversionary Continue reading →