Don't Drink Bees

I start off down the path I am alone in the woods Rather, I feel alone There is only the sound of my breath and my steps Step, step, step, breath Step, step, step, breath Occassionally my step is interrupted By a pine cone or fallen tree branch… more »

When I was five and my brother, Jeff, was three, we started a family tradition. My mother's parents thought it would be nice to take us to stay with them at their home in Black Mountain, North Carolina for a few weeks every summer. It was supposed to giv… more »