It’s been said that we are all a product of our environment. Or, that it takes a village to raise someone. Of course, these claims refer…
Browsing: Poetry In Motion
How’s the summer treating you? I’m really enjoying the long, hot days. I’m sure if you live in one of those areas where the heat gets…
Happy Independence Day, my fellow Americans! The poem I wrote for this month sort of took on a tone I hadn’t intended to take at first. …
I’m sure we’ve all had those days. The kind when you spend all day running around getting loaded or unloaded, and then you run late into…
Truck show season is here! And if you are one of the people who try all winter to prepare your old rig for the shows, then…
I’m sure we all do it… those long hours behind the wheel and the endless windshield time give birth to some random thoughts that pass the…
If you’ve been reading my intros and poems for a while, then you’re probably aware that March is the beginning of my favorite time of year. …
Are you doing what you love to do? Is this trucking life something you stumbled into, or is it something you always knew you were born…
Happy New Year everyone! What a winter it has been, so far. Being on the road for days or weeks at a time can certainly take…
Have you been on the road for a while? I mean a LONG while? Then I’m sure it’s safe to assume this truckin’ thing is in…
As I sit here writing this poem, I have been reflecting on the last year and a half since I attempted to order my new Peterbilt. …
Welcome to October, all you little pumpkin-heads! Fall is in the air, and I am already missing summertime. But maybe that’s just me. I just prefer…
Recently, my mom was going through some boxes at my grandma’s house, and she found some old VHS tapes from 30 years ago that contained footage…
I’m sure we all have those moments now and then when we just feel like getting out of our daily routines and escaping to somewhere else. …
It’s summertime, but up here in the Pacific Northwest where I live, you wouldn’t know it, because it still feels like early spring. I was sitting…
