Where the Wild Things Are

I love this time of year. Poetry stirs deep within my bones. Inspiration does not flock with the southern birds, but chirps a sumptuous legato. Bitter tannins seep from fruitful bark even in the embrace of the howling wind. And I remain outdoors just to watch the clouds part for a blood orange moon – a jack-o-lantern sky painted with purple stars and frozen breath.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

This weekend marks the final weekend of September – and thank God for that. Because as soon as Tuesday hits, you, me, and everyone else better be ready for the month-long celebration of Halloween. It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Autumn is finally here, which means the leaves are changing colors and other wondrous bullshit […]