Nature Walk: a poem

Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered

The Young Man: a short story

He had never driven for so long in such silence, but he finally made it. He picked up his bag of gear from the trunk, slung it over his shoulder, and slammed the trunk shut. It had been over three years since he was here, but he remembered the way. It was almost noon, andContinue reading “The Young Man: a short story”