Chesapeake bay has a way of growing on ya. Reminds me of a woman. Sometimes calm Sometimes restless Sometimes murky Sometimes relentless
At the bottom of my glass Swamp blues and a one man band. Bunker Brew, Virginia Beach, USA
Running away, Or running free? I never know which it will be. Vanishing city or a trick of the eye? Chasing the fog. Chasing a lie. We are all scared. The sway has been lost. There’s no return trip but we are still charged… Continue Reading “Vanishing City”
Sometimes I feel like this is the wreckage that’s left inside of me. Beautiful sun and water shows a chance of repair and renewal. But the first thing I see is brokenness. Spring will come as it always does and choices are made to… Continue Reading “Broken Dock”
Shore drive, Virginia Beach Cold roads are less travelled.