Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

Upon the rocks of Chester Creek

I am made of a man I know nothing about a man I barely recall from when I was three. no letters, no pictures nothing, but the memories of young hippies in their time of love, peace and civil fights. they remember his smarts, the curls upon his head and the laughter he brought. I…

A Wolf Knows

Howling in a chorus of song from on top of Indian Mound Ma’iingan scans the cities below as a single tear appears a cool mist spreads it’s wings across the valley his broken heart bleeds while his relatives fall. 9/2013 Indian Mound Park overlooking the Twin Cities. ———————————— A Wolf Knows Through a trail of…