Not an Ike and Tina Thing
He broke the news in the morning, on Labor Day weekend, daylight thinning the walls of our tent at 9am.
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Over the Mountains
Serbia. For me: baklava, sarma, palacinke, family, roots, the old country. For the uninitiated: a small landlocked country in southeastern Europe separated from the rest of the continent by the Danube river in the north, and from the Mediterranean by the Alps in the west.
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Of Bikes and Men
I’ve just completed my first year as a full-time lecturer teaching writing at a state university, and this is, undoubtedly, the most anticipated summer…
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Our Own Ocean
During the longer days of our cross-country road trip I slept in the car in the early afternoon, dozing in the passenger seat as Cam’s Toyota…
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The Journey in the Song
“All I’ve got to put in a song is my own experience,” Leonard Cohen once said, speaking about the process of songwriting. But as a listener…
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A Road Runs Through It
I strain to see stars through the tropical haze and the pollution of the city. Moto taxis rattle over the nearby road…
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[That the river seemed the only way now]
That the river seemed the only way now, we’re not sure there are other words we might use to trace this & so let’s just say: Lake Pepin. Rush River.
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Desert Solitaire Blues
I picked up the book on my first morning in Utah, in a small Bureau of Lands Management visitors center on the side of Highway 89.
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Down and Out in West Texas
We were checking in when a woman came storming out of her room to the desk and said, “There’s shit on them sheets.”
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