A new land

Thoughts rumble through my head
Like thunder in a valley that I’ve fled
In this vast space of time and light
It’s a stark difference from the night (…)

Where am I?

July 9, 2020 — or so I think
A restless man on the brink
The calendar is stuck in neutral gear
Can’t believe it’s still the same year (…)


A blanket of darkness covers the land
Waiting for someone to take a stand
Enemy and savior appear as one
Both carrying hatred, fear, and a gun (…)

5:20 a.m.

I awoke from a restless night
Feeling lost and confused
A small thunderstorm outside my window
Delivered thunder, lightning, and rain (…)


The reflection in the mirror isn’t me
But it’s all my tired eyes can see
I could sit here and be anything
Left wondering what it would mean (…)

In memory of Scott Davis (1983-2000)

When you’re young, you feel like you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. None of us thought about death at that age. But, on June 2, 2000, Scott Davis passed away at the age of 17. I was a pallbearer at his funeral. He was my best friend. I can’t believe it’s been 20 years.