I can’t remember whether my flight left at 10:20 or when I gave up on home cruising at thirty-eight thousand feet for four hours and six minutes from Milwaukee to San Francisco is the farthest I’ve been from the land billowing white below me clouds gather with the...
startled by the suddenness of epiphany the pop of a muffler in a damp alley or a gunshot listening from an open barroom window in what is now-called British Columbia I’m an American in Canada and embarrassed to be here my journey has just begun and I’m fighting my own...
I am looking for a pick-axe a long one with a thick handle one to chip my way through the asphalt covering everything I want to hear crickets tall grasses at my heels the shift of sand the suck of mud starlight this is what I think about wandering San Diego at night...
when I feel crazy or when I run out of things to say as if there really is a difference I wonder why I even bother to write all this down when I feel crazy or when I run out of things to say I go to Joshua Tree I like to find a warm, flat stone to sit on and...
these deserts lack the scaffolded red-bud Judas trees there are only Joshua trees though they are drenched in silver pieces of starlight spying where there is no Jericho no Serrano on Serrano sands no Cahuilla on Cahuilla lands no Chemehuevi anymore the...
early one day I was walking with the sun and sky down by Mission Beach, San Diego harbor we watched Cahuilla sailors join the navy trading one desert for another Mixtec men, with iron in hand helping to build a replica of Cabrillo the explorer’s flagship the...
