Mountains, Fountains
I placed my fresh, unopened can of Coke on the patio table. Instantly, a thick film of condensate formed on the black painted aluminum, distorting its lettering. The water, driven…
This August Air
Personal Note: I originally wrote this after the death of my great grandfather in August of 2014. In 2020, the August air can represent so much more. Let me know…
Don’t Fix Your Shoes
A younger me, how naïve,And long since dead and gone,Stepped in to fill some worn out shoes,With a hope to make them new. For a while, by inch and mileI…
A Single Spark
Personal Note: This poem was written after a fire that quickly spread across our family farm in January of 2014. It burned several hundred acres of grassland in a matter…