Walking Cycle #011
the slow woosh of carson thin curbs, we walk abreast talking of little nothings,on our way to the store this
Poetry
Walking Cycle #010
No time to walk. Sprint away. RUN!Enemies have got you outgunned.So run. Falling snow,Don’t think, just let go.Transporters glow. Be
Walking Cycle #009
bare feet cold toes curl quick lunging stepscarpeted boards creak the bathroom beckons
Walking Cycle #008
rattle and creakbones upon bonesrattle and creak counties disappear under bony feetrattle and creak bones upon boneswhistle old songstell stories
Walking Cycle #007
Streetlights…Flood the planetIn soft fluorescent light.Lighting my way, after a nightaway. Lost track of time today. My apologies.Wonderful holidays to
Walking Cycle #006
We depart at seven as always,I pack the altimeter and a change of clothes.Mr. Fogg is careful with praise;A gentleman
Walking Cycle #005
the rotting autumn leavesmurmur underfoot night walk, throughold woods and wet paths to nowhere in particular Because of some sort
Walking Cycle #004
harsh bright light,engines burning hot enemies on the radarmy metal body shakes as I sprint across the moon Inspired by
Walking Cycle #003
I hold my grandmother’s handas we stroll through the gate trees sway around usthe smell of leaves and earth bodies
Walking Cycle #002
the wind picks upsnow falls around us a shiver takes hold,the city whispers you wait as I listen Inspired by
