Rain pattered on the broken ceiling drawing Autumn forth like a tidal wave. Dirty dishes shine in the glory of the morning as a mountain rises on the bedroom floor. I have the time, but waste it I do. Eyes flick and flutter through exhausted ripples of something better off in the distance, but I’m…
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DIY Deer Hide Haversack
Squirrel season starts on August 15th here in Indiana. As I thought about getting my gun sighted in I was also thinking about the last season and how it became difficult to carry around the squirrels I harvested. I would have to carry them around throughout the hunt, which made it slightly difficult as I…
Moon
Mystic skys swirling overhead. Weaved with the strain of duty. She beckons with her head. I collapse to her raw beauty. She lifts me from the material dead. I awaken gradually. No longer bound to the dread. Fulfilled now with the desire for purity.
The Slug
I suckle on nylon tents, titanium pots, and mesh-covered shoes. Once in awhile I get licked by strange objects, this isn’t old news. I was used to being flicked away in revulsion and pesticidal turmoil, on my way to catching the noose. But, I remain the same when the moisture is right and darkness consumes….
Small Town Hoot-Hoot
I hear an owl hoot outside my ramshackle tin can, Frosty March air dulled the night melodies, Remembrances sway in the night breeze with the rhythm of the trees, Moments slip through the cracks, A monotonous clang of metal fills the silent woodland scene, I began to recoil in horrific convulsions, Transforming into a twisted…
Fluctuations
The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Camping at Bowman Lake, MI
I headed North to Greenville, MI from my tin can home here in Indiana. First stop was to pick up Will. When I arrived we had our usual palavar in the garage. After loading up the car with his gear we took off North once again to Bowman Lake near Baldwin, MI. We found this…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Thinking of Spring
In the dead grass I sit, warm sun aloft in a clear blue sky, Fading are the days of cold dusty couches, waving farewell to winter’s relentless bite, Deep desires for fresh growth eclipse dull colorless backdrops, the wind gusts a warm vow of rejuvenation, Formulating a grand deception.
Night Vibes
The moon shines behind a hazy sky, Coyotes howl in hungry rhythm, Waiting, Watching, The honking goose is oblivious to the howling alarm, I sit in the glow of fire and moon, No remorse, Only a fading smile.
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