Staring beyond the tall pine and dense foliage, I watched the traffic moving along the busy interstate. I’ve been in this position before, wondering if an unknown passenger was staring back at me, caught between a dream and reality. I imagined so many passengers have gazed into those thick trees, beyond me, beyond time- and…
"I just want to die- to kill myself and end this sadness... I've had enough of this life..." The despairing dialogue of the destitute- a foreshadowing of a forlorn, fragmented mind; consumed by darkness. I have heard this dialogue before, even in my most disconsolate moments I have voiced them to past shadows, but to…
Shadows dance through the trees, skipping behind distant foliage; playfully chasing far away dreams birthed from fantastical imaginations- but they are just dreams... mental mirages. Mentally homeless, souls are trapped within tarped fortresses so fragile a slight gust of wind can topple (like a tyrannical tyrant) what a lonely soul defines as home. These delicate…
I remember when my wife and I first pitched our tent deep in the Douglasville woods- it was last February, and a winter chill remained from the previous day’s rain. We had a small two-person tent, but it was a four-season tent, so we remained warm as my wife, our two dogs, and myself, cuddled…
After a recent storm, I left my tent to survey the damage- the smell of wet foliage and moistened dirt filled my nostrils; a revitalizing aroma, one which I tend to savor when given the opportunity. I have been through many storms while living homeless in the woods, and, at times, they can certainly put…
A sad soul bellows into a lonely night- a reverberation of hopelessness tinged with a little regret, maybe even a pinch of culpability. The darkness does not reply, a typical response adapted by those who understand deep silence, since the voices of the suffering means nothing to those who have given up on the ones…
The freedom flower fades behind the basilisk beauty of red, white, and blue; devoured by a delusional dream, destitute of godliness- a mirage mangled by maleficent marauders, pressing agendas spawned by associated aggrandizement. Solace for the socialite: "We breed resentment for rancid refuse, souls separated as sickly, defined as deplorable, condemned as contaminated- an…
It was a clear summer day in Illinois, with a cool breeze that felt so refreshing, especially after the twenty mile walk from LaSalle to Peru my wife and I had accomplished that day. I knew the journey was at a close, and after four months of pulling a heavy wagon across nine States,…
Trekking along the worn paths of a hidden existence in Douglasville, Georgia, I was conversing with a fellow homeless man, glad that I had caught him early in the day, before the blissful poison reached his lips and the intoxicating effects distorted his cognitive faculties. "The police pulled me over again as I was walking…
The Little Green Wagon- An Epic Journey 