I took an unplanned road trip of Oklahoma when my other spring break plans fell through. On my first day, I parked my car along an old path at Lake Murray and let myself get lost and then found again. I then made a stop at Turner Falls. My goal was to get some good … Continue reading Learning to Climb
Each day of my journey across Oklahoma, I think, "This day, this place is my favorite." The day I drove to and ultimately arrived at Robber's Cave (former hideout of outlaws Jesse James and Belle Starr) was truly no different. I had very little cell reception and found it such a delight. The day was … Continue reading Robber’s Cave
As I researched more about Robber's Cave, I learned that Belle Starr not only had a home nearby but was also buried near where her home once stood. So I ventured off my planned route determined to find it. My journey led me to a bar at the edge of some town I can't recall. … Continue reading Off-the-Beaten Path
Down an unassuming backroad, forgotten mostly except by the locals who still need it, cattle graze and flowers answer the call of spring. A bottle lies partially hidden beneath the soil. Who knows its history. Who knows its future. All that is known to me is that at this moment we are here together. We, … Continue reading Worth a Pause
Well my road trip has come to an end. I'm now sitting in a blanket at a baseball game in Tuttle. What started out as just a road trip to some places in Oklahoma I've always wanted to visit has turned into some kind of spiritual journey for me. I moved on to Natural Falls … Continue reading Unintentional Journey
Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, "Come find me again."
There's an emotion rising in my eyes, a catch in my throat, a whisper I cannot shake found in these halls where I connect too much with your ghost, a figment really of a girl on a beach, toes in the sand and that smile I remember most, among so many senses I cannot forget. … Continue reading A Catch in My Throat
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And before I die I assure you I'll cry over that first kiss, denied and deprived over many oceans and beyond anyone's notion of what could have been, preventing what should have been. I suppose it all comes to its destined end, despite our legacies, our family, our friends. For the heart wants what it … Continue reading Denied and Deprived
Tossing pebbles in the ocean when nightfall is but a notion, dream my spirited child as if there is no end. I pray the whispers of your youth are louder in your heart than the voices of the world that will soon taunt your head. And I hope, dear child, you toss pebbles for as … Continue reading Toss Pebbles