If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of …
Tag: Kenneth Henry
Casey at the Bat (a Prequel)
The turf of man’s endeavors forms the diamond of his dreams, where fate will melt his mettle, and will push …
Dust and Denim
He led a life of dust and denim trying to avoid the venom life had spat his way. She clad …
To the End of Love
The bridegroom took his budding love, they snuck off to the side, and while the wedding party danced, he …
Ode to a Road
The earth is an enormous spinning ball. As asphalt tendrils grip the globe and squeeze it seems the sphere constricts, …
Leaving Leelanau
I am from Utah, born and raised, but anyone would be amazed to follow where the heron go, or wonder …