Four months into my wandering, I’ve darted out of California and back a couple times, but mostly enjoying summer in the Golden State: beaches, the Sequoias, good friends, lakes, rivers. Getting ready to leave Northern California for the great swingRead more…
This is how we die
Late night notes made over coffee, abandoned in public places music relegated to the hollow imagination truths about the self buried in work. This is how we die. Not the passing on of the body to become the world butRead more…
An open letter to the State Parks of California
Dear California, I’m writing to let you know that my dog is not a terrorist. And in general, dogs do not have sufficient umbrage or concentration to be terrorists. “Dogs shall be kept on a leash no longer than 6Read more…
Unending Ponderosa
The long volcanic slopes of the Trinity mountains all running down and away from their bare father, Mt. Shasta. The Swedes stopped too too soon in the Dakotas. These endless pines were waiting quietly for them.
The Great Escape
The slopes of Mt. Shasta soared distinctively above us. No one had let the mountain know that it was September, and long exclamation points of snow marked the only slopes in sight not crowded with pines. I was visiting aRead more…