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I sat at this table last year anxious. I woke before the sunrise, grabbed my phone, sat in the chair facing the table and scrolled for...

Mr. and Mrs. Veitch were patriots. They lived the American Dream- worked hard and bought some land to put white picket fence. They built...

A rabbit died behind my house a few days back. I noticed it yesterday, lying on its side; its ears distinguishable; its eyes open as if...

A dryer’s innards sits in the middle of my fenced-in area of sand and weeds. I put papers littering my cabin inside the thing along with...

Bella doesn’t know the word for blisters. She points her finger at her lifted boot to illustrate how she had no sole. She says, “I walk...

The sun has yet to rise on this day, December 7th. I have long been up doing my morning ritual to prepare for the light that will rise...

A minute to write, which has been rare this year. A year has passed since I moved to this desert place full time. Twelve months to watch...

A new travel trailer sits in the sand behind my homestead cabin. Its white and blue stripes mirror the storm less skies behind the...

I have developed an acute case of musophobia in my late adult life. Spiders, snakes, not even bees rattle my cage much, but throw a mouse...

Only the remains of the super bloom are reminiscent this Easter morning from where I stand. The sun touching the tops of the blossoms...

Excerpt from Ed Abbey's Desert Solitaire "Cowboys and Indians Part II" In the mixture of starlight and cloud-reflected sunlight in which...

The first item on the list for the House on Jane Way is to figure out the waste. The house is located miles from the trash service and...

A weird, lovely, fantastic object out of nature like Delicate Arch has the curious ability to remind us-like rock and sunlight and wind...

Mick likes to walk as much as I do. It’s one of things I like about him and I suspect it is one thing he likes about me. We walk together...

All men are brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true. But perhaps it is true. And is the evolutionary...

The Christmas holiday has ended. I am back in the desert waiting for New Year. It was a good holiday. I traveled up the coast to see a...

I wait. Now the night flows back, the mighty stillness embraces and includes me; I can see the stars again and the world of starlight. I...

I arrived to the desert at the end of a year, December. This year marked by the death of woman dear to me. I don’t grieve for her. She...

More storms coming. But for the time being, around my place at least, the air is untroubled, and I become aware for the first time today...

I didn’t listen to jazz when I last lived in this desert place. Its taste picked up somewhere along the road, a moment in time suspended...