Don’t let his hardy looks fool you.

A poem about being wildly safe!

My friend Old Ed divulges the source of Inspiration.

This is a story about a weekend we had at the lake, it will be in parts, hope you take the time to read each part. I miss those days…

My dream of finding a log cabin one day…

This is a poem about solitude.

One mile from where the pavement ends
Stands the old homestead where another eerie tale begins.

The story of my finding a wonderful hidden mountain cabin on more than five acres on the highest mountain in Southwest Virginia and how life is there in the solitude.

Fantasy-erotica.

How things used to be.