Poetry there's still an ocean i awoke to the groaning cloak of morning falling through the sky in my dreams there is a safe space to think of you and cry but i wake and my eyes are dry it's been a long time since i was suffocatingly high now the rapid eye
SodaCran Stay in Motion What you need to remember is: the highs and lows are coming no matter what. The only move you have left? Surf on 'em. When I saw the old wise farmer last week, I told him, “Sometimes I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread.” “Yeah,” he
SodaCran The Calm Among The Storm by PD Dre (a.k.a. Pete from New Orleans / The Baron of the Bayou) The bio of boy from the bayou A boy benefitted by the bayou where he was bred. A bayou which turned a boy into a man. A bayou which forged such experiences and shaped such
SodaCran Temptation of a better time By JD Reason In the early stages of sobriety, I had a real fear of not having any more fun. For the last 15 years, all of my perceived fun had revolved around drinking. I was an early ambassador of the sauce. I got drunk for the first time at
SodaCran Soda Cran and Dream Lab Mag Launch Weekend Friday morning started the way it usually does for me—an early drive out to see an old wise farmer. He's my counselor, but I call him that because he speaks in parables and wears worn-out boots. I rubbed my eyes, heavy and tired, so much so that
