Journal Entry: Ryan

The Feds finally picked me up after my third night alone in the desert. I was dehydrated, frozen and sunburnt, but I’ll never forget the sight of headlights driving toward me across the barren.   The last night I remember was the last time I saw agent Steinway alive. It was our fifth week undercover … Continue reading Journal Entry: Ryan

I am a Desert

I am a desert, dry, barren and desolate. The thoughts that live on me are dead or dying of thirst. I haven't been able to grow anything in years. My sands spin and kick when the slightest breeze stirs. Clouds roll in on either side of me, other lands get the waters of life, from … Continue reading I am a Desert