Originally posted on Marrow:
The long blades of prairie grass rolled against the breeze coming from somewhere in the Bighorn Mountains.  It rustled as it rolled, creating a faint swooshing sound.  All other sounds had died away as I lay there.  The sounds of battle, the cry of death, the tearing sound of a scalp…

Originally posted on Pix to Words:
The wind licks spray From endless breakers Entering the bay The clouds A battery of waves Roll across the sky I lose myself In the rumbling hiss Of wind and white water Taste the salty air On my lips Breathing deeply Let the ocean Wash over my feet Toes…

Originally posted on Marrow:
The memory often emerges from my mind as all good memories do – undefined, dreamy, and romantic.  I recall moving through a canopy of lush greenery,  along a sandy road enveloped by the outstretched arms of majestic oaks, full of moss so thick that the sunlight barely filtered through. Main drive…