The Wayfaring Stranger
The mostly unedited ramblings of a man who rarely proofreads the chaos of words flowing from his fingertips…
My skin tastes like salt. I can still feel the ocean kissing me as I drift beneath it’s surface. It breathes in my veins, rocks my heart with the swell of the waves. I stare into your eyes and think of home, of those last few seconds of air pounding angrily at my chest.
Read MoreI wait for broken sunsets and broken smiles to take me home. I wait for colors to fight each other on the darkened horizon. I wait for the cool of evening when the world is bathed in shadow. I wait for a moment alone.
Read MoreThe sky warred against the radiation in the air. They fought each other in clashing shapes and violent colors, bleeding out over the haze of smog and heat that had begun to settle over the ground.
Read MoreWe are infatuated with white noise, we let it fill our lives with static so we don't have to face the silence.
Read MoreWorry pulls at my gut, mixing my emotions with the slow, grinding wheels of change. It’s exhausting, waking up in the mornings, the thoughts in my head stoking the coals of anxiety that murmur happily in my chest.
Read MoreSome days I like to write about mountains, photography, and the rising sun, and other days I like to let you into the other side of what I do, and the creative short stories I write and rarely share.
Read MoreI woke up early to chase the dawn. Beneath the pines, the darkness lay deep, but outside the shadow the moon turned the world to silver. The night beckoned, and so I raced through it, my breath panting out in white mist in the frigid cold of the early hours.
Read MoreIt's hard finding creativity scrolling through Instagram when all you see are photos of people getting drunk, and the brunch someone had that morning, but finding a way to correctly use social media can boost your desire to create.
Read MoreDescending into the jungle between the shoulders of two mountain ridgelines, sunshine filtered down through the green of the leaves, making euphoria stutter to life in my chest and making the Reef Bay Trail my favorite on the island.
Read MoreDisappearing beneath the surface of the ocean to swim amongst the fish and sea fans is always something surreal, and during my hitchhiking travels on St. John I managed to find some of the best places to snorkel on the island.
Read MoreWhen I write a story, I usually start with an idea in mind, a daydream that had been playing over and over in my mind until my fingers can't hold back anymore. I have at least one part of the story planned out, one scene that I'm basing the entire structure off of, and I build from there.
Read MoreHonestly, I've always been a basic as heck human being who snapped all of the sunsets on my phone, but once I picked up a camera and starting expanding my work, I found out in trial and error how light actually works.
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