Time moves differently in the desert. Moments burst into life and last as long as the laughter holds out. Days go by in the blink of an eye or slow to a crawl and you have to be reminded of what month it is, what day.  Weeks seem to be highlighted by one or two   Read More …

  Go out to the desert.   There are glorious things in this world if you look in the right places, and with this as truth I am underwhelmed by the describable. I am uninterested in the ordinary. Like many others, I have pretended and tried, but under this kind of sunlight it is too   Read More …

Where to begin?  At the beginning? Nah, too far back.  Maybe begin a little after the start but not quite in the middle?  Like walking into a movie that already started.  Then when you watch the beginning the ending makes sense.  The ending is the best part but nobody will understand it without the back   Read More …

How alien, strange, the red and blue lights at night, winking on-off on-off in campfire smoke like distant planets. Rust creeps kudzu-like and is lost in the haze, sleeps and lives forever. Vaguely aware I am sitting on desert floor, feeling synapses unravel in whorls and beats of tympanic echolalia. Vibrations sing along with shotgun shells in the walls, hanging in canted angles. In the   Read More …

It comes racing down the eastern side of the mountains as the dawn’s rays are just coloring the sky. It’s vain and wants attention so it howls and screams and shakes every structure it passes. The trees bend before it and little swirls of dust rise and fall back to earth. Even with the sun   Read More …