a tattered soul hangs in the air broken memories litter the stairs behind the chaos tired and torn…
branches drip down spindly fingers reaching the ground walking the path unbeknownst to you spirits silently laugh breezes…
There are things that gnaw at a man worse than dying. ~Charley Waite, Open Range We come to…
We live in the paradox of our existence. Our world is small compared to the universe. Even in…
the motion, the ensuing commotion a place of stillness, you are blessed moments is all it takes, for…
Chasing the wind, as it swirls and moans. As ominous dark clouds stream across the sky. Hiding a…
