Haiku’s for someone I have nothing else to offer

Quiet musician-
Waits for the cheers to die down,
Says a humbled thanks.

Songs of Men Who Meant the Most: We’re Pressed For Time segment

A new dawn rises over the horizon

Blotted out by box towers.

Those trapped inside silently cry for freedom

That we refuse them.

 

Stories to Stay Alive To: The World Heals segment

Teaser segment of my collection of short stores.

When I was young, these hills didn’t look how they do now: round, soft, tie-dye greens and yellows splattered with wild flowers, the smooth scissor cut of a stream in the shallow valley. They were bare, jagged, and dry.