Don’t Make Them So Hard,

Don’t Make Them So Hard,

Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading

Lofty Ventures in the Wounds of my Shadows

Lofty Ventures in the Wounds of my Shadows

When your heart is left with the remnants, still smoldering from a ravaged battlefield, a hill or two become more than a routine, they become a heraldic urgency of sorts. Just another dizzying, hazy early morning acclivous brisk treading, what … Continue reading