
Could Have Stayed On The Highway
Interstate 5 stretched out before us like a flat black stain on a dingy beige carpet. Desert, industrial orchards, slaughterhouses, gas stations…
Read MoreInterstate 5 stretched out before us like a flat black stain on a dingy beige carpet. Desert, industrial orchards, slaughterhouses, gas stations…
Read MoreThea and I were still bleary-eyed when the sun began to rise behind Mount Tamalpais. The day’s first light was small and self-contained…
Read MoreIt is the twist in the red tail’s neck that makes it so appealing. The way I can almost read death in the curve of the spine. Feathers still cling to the open wings…
Read MoreThe music started before dawn. I knew this only because the holes in the corrugated tin roof revealed swaths of night.
Read MoreThe sun was at its highest when we reached the isolated beach at the northern end of Bunaken Island.
Read MoreYou are riding in the back of a pickup truck. You come face to face with…a chicken. It is fluorescent purple, and stuffed with candy.
Read MoreThere’s a story that circulates in Haines, Alaska, a small town hemmed in by year-round snowcaps and cold, clear, fish-rich waters on the northern edge of the Inside Passage.
Read MoreHaving a horse here is like having a motorbike in the city,” Bhupendra Sherchan explained the first day we rode out together on the flanks of snow-capped Nilgiri.
Read MoreStreet 182, just past dusk, and I’m moving through air as thick as swamp water.
Read Morewas almost there, barreling along I-54 through the valleys where the New Mexican plateau drops and the land pours a deep, scarred red around…
Read MoreI don’t like to say that I’ve been to Mexico. It’s not a lie – I have spent a small amount of time on Mexican soil.
Read MoreWhen I was nineteen, I burned down a small field of bamboo. It was one of the loneliest afternoons I can remember.
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