The Harvest.

The Harvest The sparkle on the river, The lights from distant shore, The cold and bitter glitter, The beckoning of more, Is beautiful to look at, β€˜tis a pleasing sight to see, Like a woman dressed for dinner, In all her finery, But all that shines is not silver, All that glitters isn’t gold, And … Continue reading The Harvest.

Unlimited

Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry … Continue reading Unlimited

Honeysuckle.

Β  Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a little as I took a … Continue reading Honeysuckle.

Dreaming.

DREAMING 9-19-91It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I had a chance to say anything you were … Continue reading Dreaming.