It hasn't rained in nearly two weeks. The ground is hard and the dirt cloud from the gravel at the top of our road kicks all the way down the mountain. The bugs are thriving and their sound mixed, with the haze of the sun, create a lull in the stagnant air.
Read MoreThere's this book I picked up in Fayetteville, West Virginia in a diner that had been built in side an old church, that was also a plastic mug souvenir shop and a used book store. It's called "The Big Wave" by Pearl S. Buck.
Read More"Yo, did you find my bible?"
"Oh man, no I didn't know I was looking for it."
The nettle met my knees as soon as I leaned my weight on the ladder for Iris. She was twelve rungs up, holding a roll of fishing line, a pocket knife, and a string of Christmas lights.
Read MorePhase 1.
Ain't she a beaut?
In case you find
this after they've
top & tailed me
in that off pink,
chrome detailed
box and lowered me
like a Cadillac being
valet parked in mud,..
"I design verbal art
Every word is a brush stroke painting purposeful parts."
--Sean Townsend.
"Are there any bikes on that side?" Leah and I rummage underneath the Yacht Club in one of the four wood shops that our landlord sloughs both small and large treasures, including his pre-made, hand built coffin; A North Carolina mountain tradition, so I hear.
Read MoreThere's a road just past the Cove Creek store that takes you straight in to Tennessee. Emmy & I drove with the windows down to let the wind break up the 80 degree heat.
Read MoreThe unfamiliarity woke me up. The slated wooden ceiling was inches from my face, illuminated by the encroaching, vibrant hue of the pure green trees surrounding the shack.
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