Moonlight Markings

The moon has a special way of marking his arrival. My friend is looking to talk again tonight and who am I to deny him his needs, for I need to talk as well, even though I really have nothing to say. Everything about my body yearns for the temporary death that the night brings, … More Moonlight Markings

The Cowboy

The morning dew had just burned off the newly grown grass of the meadow as the cowboy pulled down the old dirt road. He couldn’t remember the first time he came down this road, nor could he count the times he had traveled it. To him, the road was just a part of his life, … More The Cowboy