Take the time to show your kids the awe highlights of this awesome season; Autumn with the red, orange and yellows of the northern mountainous regions, because tomorrow may be too late.

Carolina ways.

Narrative Poem about a lost love that was my fault.

An emotional evening sparks an emotional thought.

Based in the opening of the American civil war.

Memories of my childhood in the high arctic.

Far beyond the realities of superstition, this is indeed the true meanings of suspicion.

This is a brief poem about my travels. It is largely about my memories of places that I’ve been.

A journey of my mind. Sometimes I feel like I have no purpose in life. Like I am wondering through the desert looking for water.

On the way we see our world, and how there isn’t a lot to back it up.