Dreary Day

Gray clouds hovering Cold damp trees Wind stirs Nothing moves in the shadows Half froze ponds sit idol Calm Rage within the vessel Crunchy field’s of decay Looming memory Wet logs Nowhere to be still Embrace The suck Among us.

Salamonie Reservoir, Camping on the Bloodroot Trail

    We had a decently warm week here in Indiana. Almost too warm for the tail end of February. We will take it with no complaints. With that being said, I decided to take full advantage of the weather and head down to the Bloodroot Trail on the Salamonie Reservoir.     I have completed this…

Squirrels in the rain and a bad scope!

My father always tells me he has seen squirrels running around in the rain. I can’t say I entirely believed him, or thought it to be worth going out in it to find out. On Wednesday December, 30 I had nothing to do and the weather was calling for rain all day, but the temperature…

The October Promise

The wind blew a dark mask overhead, Ache crept into my ambitious bones, The mask exhaled whispers of promise, Dead leaves fell like bombshells of truth, Clumps of hard dry earth turned heavily, I yeild, O’Mother.