Latest Stories and Poems
I wrote this at Fontana Lake, created by the Tennessee Valley Authority. It’s a beautiful place to be.
Life in the desert isn’t for the faint of heart.
Do we really know what it means to pursue happiness?
Being unceremoniously deposited in a cold river is both fun and annoying at the same time.
I wrote this as a reflection of something I’ve always struggled with, but now as a father, it’s an additional challenge. I hope my son shares my love for learning. But how do I teach him to use his intelligence in a world that has put aside higher thought.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since Anna and I have been on the same sleep schedule.
Rain and the mountains just seem to go together. Maybe it’s the Smokies in my blood…
You never know what’s waiting in a hole in the rock.
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