You might call me a simple man if I told you that at age 19 I gave away every possession that wouldn't fit into my pack. I've lived that way, more or less, for ten years. You might be skeptical if I said that what I've abandoned materially I've reaped instead in wild varieties of experience. But, by the curve of my hitchhikers thumb, I can ( Read more... )

Welcome tide of dying autumn ( Read more... )

change was my mushroom evening ( Read more... )

they were forgetting already ( Read more... )

one more merciless hoorah ( Read more... )

mind's too far gone to make sense ( Read more... )

fend off radical emoting. i'd like to, but for the stress that packs a lunch on my burdened shoulders. it's the mid-day doldrums ( Read more... )

sunskin ( Read more... )

A towering puff of clouds ( Read more... )

cross-legged on the grass ( Read more... )