TEN YEARS OLD AT THE LAKE

The Lake was a safe place for us Wild little barefoot kids Bronzed by the sun running everywhere Campfire cooking gigging frogs Counting stars and listening to the water kiss the shore It was like some Huckleberry Finn vision of Paradise The dog Dion probably had the most fun Once we set to camp he…

NOT A HERO

I cheated On you And you And even you I had all the justifications Lined up Enough To last a lifetime Enough To get away with it One more time I’m not the hero Or the victim Of these sad stories Despite what my ego Keeps trying to convince me It didn’t take much arm…

IT WAS EITHER HWY 93 OR HWY 318

I was on Hwy 93 Or maybe it was Hwy 318 I was lost somewhere between Great Basin National Park And some little desert town called Caliente The old ’72 Nova was on its last legs It was faded from a blue To a grayish silver and rust colored wreck It fit right in here…