Dispatches from the Farm

the angst and pain are the fires that forged me the hunted becomes the hunter no small amount of grace to make him sleep the he...

This land cries, and the world with it. sanity is gone, peace is lost, balance thrown off, the path is wide. i have "burn in" fr...

if I could know, would I want to? If i had the chance, would I take it? Somedays the answer is yes, somedays its no. A grand design, or ...

Indian summer is always such an important time to me. I cannot explain how or why, but just one day to myself along the coast during this t...

Not like Moses came, in a basket down a gentle stream... Not for you my son, you were born into a maelstrom on a listing ship. All the...

Just passing through.... I'm packing light with a heavy heart. They're waiting for me, and I'll someday be waiting for yo...

Letting my folks down Letting myself down Marching in the hot sun towards an unknown future You weren't with us yet but you alrea...