Percolate

There’s sand in my sheets where I’ve carried the grit of travel into fiber into home strange a threshold crossed seamlessly, Virginia’s in the kitchen Georgia spilt atop the hutch the sheets are dusted, a comfortable grain against well-worn skin calves, unshaven and I’m the sand in someone else’s bed

Not A Bird

I pasted feathers on my back so I could fly back if I got lost surely I could find home from way up high right? Wandering broken roads swept up in seas of identical grey concrete had come undone. Home I told my arms raised them high above me a crown of brown and gold…Read more »

Weathered Ground

It seemed a futile attempt – what WV brewery would be open for business on a Sunday afternoon? My companion and I were headed home from an incredible trip to Grayson Highlands State Park. After two days of camping, hiking, and climbing I was rejuvenated, relaxed, and in dire need of a delicious beer. We…Read more »