Haunted
Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.
I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.
Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.Continue Reading
Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.
I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.
Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.Continue Reading
My friend Steve Burns is insane. Really, truly cray-cray. But, because he’s lost it over bicycles, I’m willing to tolerate him. His work for World Bicycle Relief beats the crap out of my Natchez Trace Walk. Read his words below, and take action if that’s your pleasure.
Bikes for the People!Continue Reading
Early in our relationship, MTM received a cookbook. Intercourses. From, ahem, someone.
A visual feast, Intercourses divides the food groups into the necessities: Gnoshes proven to get a person laid.Continue Reading
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