The Google Gods provided backroad navigation to the state line. The transition into North Carolina unrolled narrow lanes through road...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

For My Love old souls travel true carrying needs mere and love at hope we begin dare explorations intuitive directions guidebook left...

A winter week's poems, inspired by the day. And coffee. bitter black dawn arabica sips slow Monday hands the shovel wondering where a...

The January gym reeks of resolution and self-loathing. New faces in new clothes staining in the sweat of want and willpower and...

and a quest for large mimosas The 10am 5K start felt far from resolutory. Dawn would have impressed. Shivering in the New Year’s frost at...

Thoughts of family, belonging, and boundary The rain falls easy thick on the last day of December. I am warmed with coffee and the...

It is the solstice and Winter enters with expected calm. And my neck is sometimes stiff from tilting my face towards the southern sun. In...

Life and Death on Interstate 64 Fifty-six hundred pounds of Escalade hard laid its side. A brilliant red of rescue lights reflects...

and other fallen leaves strewn Like my thoughts, my kitchen counter, my poetry felt scattered, windblown against fence bottoms. They...

Now available on Amazon Books My first book is about running. Running from not being able to run to running a marathon. I didn't write it...

Drenched in good vibrations The resonance peaked within my teeth, then expanded through my gums and in another moment my entire jawline...

A daily haiku practice through the month of October. The date being the prompt word for each day's entry. cedarwood incense first eve...

A costumed race unmasked It's one of those crazy costume races held near Halloween. I'm dressed as a vintage pilot, sans leather jacket,...

My blood boiled cold when I read the emails. I don’t remember a specific time when nor a place where I first heard the Virginia Beach...

I wrote a book. Then I self-published the book. These are two very different things, with few crossover skills. The process took much...

An eighteen-wheeler introduced me to real pain. After suffering a major trauma in a collision with a vehicle ten times bigger than my...

No masks. That's the revelation today. And it feels weird. It feels amazing, but weird. I thought I'd have a crest the top roller coaster...

It overwhelmed me for a moment while standing in the middle of the Virginia Beach Convention Center. That subtle mix of anxiety and...