“You ride with an outlaw, you die with an outlaw. I’m sorry you crossed the line. ” ~Augustus McCrae, Lonesome Dove
Down this dark rabbit hole, I willingly run. Haunted by dreams in colors, of the muted sun. Pondering…
“Sometimes, you have to let people feel the weight of who you are… and let them deal with…
Yes, we were here! On a recent camping trip we found an unbroken clay pigeon and my daughter…
Cluttered thoughts, Scramble and run through our minds. In blinks of an eye, We can leave them all…
When they come, and they will as sure as the turning of the earth, what will you do…
My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a…
