long tall sally shadow

the red ground rolled up and down as far as the eyes could see, with the sun beating down on me I had no other choice but to keep walking. The jeep had run of of gas 20 plus miles back, and now, I poured the last of my water down my throat. Later, after the sun had gone down I was biten by a rattlesnake and spent the night in a sweat much like an LSD trip. But when the moon fell from the sky I pretty much figured this was all made up and that in real time I was sitting on my sofa writing.

love again

I once drove the hi-ways, carrying my family, entrusted to me, which I did with great joy. Now set out to pasture I sit waiting for love again

cave city flowers

April showers have brought the May flowers in a little early. Enjoy.

the flowers of Cave City

For many years we have built
rock walls to retain the massive loads of mud, dirt and rock we haul out of the cave. In this mixture I have planted flowers
of many kinds, these are Tulips and were beautiful. Hope you can smell them and find them as beautiful as I do.

step up

Rocks, once laying in quite places have

recently been relocated and brought

togather to be something where nothing

was before. From as far away as the cave

the hardest working man in the world

and I have constructed these steps.

So, take a few minutes, walk them in your minds and please do not trip.

Rock On!

Baa Baa Whats up with that

I recently visited this flock of
sheep dressed as a sheep in
order to gain their trust. I
did so in order to crack open
the blatantly and exclusive
“flock” they belong to. I was
shocked to find out that even
though there is a song about
black sheep, none had been
allowed to join this group.

Reporting from the field,Caver Thomas out.

Thirty feet below this water lays my lover. I cannot reach her, and haven’t been able to since 2005. Record rainfall has drown her and with her my heart sinks.

this rusted heart

The rust began to form the very second she closed the door to my heart. There would be no more of her smell. My lips would never again taste hers. The tattered remains of my heart fell to the ground and all hope drained from me. My mind fought the voices ordering my own death yet knew the peace would be soft. The rough edges of my life now would forever more cut anything beautiful that came near me. I knew that one day, a hundred years from now, that door wouldn’t open again, rusted shut, allowing no other woman to enter my life.