The sun kissed you before I could stole your lips from the trails they were meant to blaze on my skin to follow the freckled pathways only y...

He thinks we're at a crossroads  that relationships  are like bus depots  where weary people wander  bleary-eyed from their  ...

Just finished watching "The Way," so this prompt couldn't have had better timing. Sometimes we walk down paths chosen for ...

We climbed the mountain for the journey to the top. We sailed the ocean to feel the wind and salt air. We left the compass at home. ...

On the road through San Francisco I think of Jack and Neal and the adventures we choose for our own lives and those we share them wi...

An tribute to the mad men of Kerouac's "On the Road," men who rubbed their bellies and talked about life and laughed so loudly...