We sign nothing on paper.We take oathsthe way frost takes a field—overnight,inevitable,leaving no corner untouched.We learn the grammar of dirt and wire,how to speak quietly to distance,how patience can be a weaponand still be mercy.We are not loud.We do...

It was in the narrow hour before evening,when the kitchen light became honeyupon the cups,and the window held the last blue breath of day,that The Woman spoke to me.Soon she would walkonto the Trail of the Spirits,where the old...

There was a time when morning seemedA continent no foot could cross,When one brief hour of summer lightOut-measured now a season’s loss;When every road beyond the hillWas rumor, promise, beckoning call,And love appeared a golden gateThat once passed through...

one tastecraving creepingfor that sweetnessalways hooked againgoing either wayfrom 100 to 0or 0 to 100in 1 second flatmakes my mind sofar gone i justgotta focus andstay far awayfrom the sickestand most preciousthing in my worldjust tonightone morenightthese sheets arechains...

HeartlandMy name is Steve Wills, and I live off Eight Mile Road, second left past the three red granaries, and I was a very young man once upon a time (that’s a fine way to start a story, isn’t...