It’s the river thick with flow a moving mass of air over motion full of whispers shadowed in the past of me near where street cars pound metal and smoke stacks send signals raining soot in alleys and corners where pain and sweat speak of days of youth once thought never to end where prayers … More IN FULL VIEW


His cough rattled from deep within, rising to the surface like an echo in a cave. The land inside of him was tired. The fields of his strength lay fallowed. He is long from the days when a foolish youth wasted what was right, sacrificing his health to the weight of years lost. Today is … More THE FINAL YARDS