The Traveller

The fire is a pleasant relief from the cold. Outside, a whirlwind of flurries and ice make their way through this flatland. Creating a frozen tundra of dirt and tumbleweeds. Feeling comes back to my fingers… slowly.It seems my mind has to thaw as well. The long road ahead beckons like a side street prostitute,Continue reading “The Traveller”

Falling back into the season

A wild wind blows through causing the red dirt to swirl and consume the air and all that’s in its path. The feel of fall is apparent in the change from too hot to a welcome cool that holds a secret of what’s to come. For all in west Texas, this seems to be somethingContinue reading “Falling back into the season”

If Seeing Is Believing

The slow rain trickles, making a sound I’d almost forgotten amid a drought. Slight touches of cool air touch my skin like a girl who is flirting but too shy to commit. The front welcome me in and offers a chair and a drink and a chance to get the pen movin’ I’m always remindedContinue reading “If Seeing Is Believing”

Competitive Nature

The cigar burns slowly between my fingers,Smoke billows out like a chimney on a winter night. Rain falls, not in sheets, but softly. Soothing.Lightning lights up the sky in a show for all to see. Striking in force with the power of the heavens behind it. Thunder makes itself known as Angels beat their drumsContinue reading “Competitive Nature”

Small Town Symphony

Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”

A Voice Crying Out

The wind howl’s outside Like the voice of one Crying in the wild It seems to call me But I’m scared Terrified that it will call me Into the unknown places The reaches of which I have To go Far beyond what’s comfortable And easy Some where that is foreign And shaky I listen closeContinue reading “A Voice Crying Out”

Pathways Under the Stars

Under the stars is where I want to be Fire side, bed roll out thats where I truly feel free looking up from my back seeing what they saw In the past The night sky is a scary thing sometimes going beyond what our minds can fathom reaching far ahead of what the eye canContinue reading “Pathways Under the Stars”

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