The Virginia rowhouse where Vera Clarke arrives early evening is old. Pretty, but old. Older than her own apartment building in Florida, which now likely still
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There on the muddy flats where creek met bay, in the darkness just beyond Selander Bridge, Boni stood far from the flock. Close enough to stay
The view from Keys Ranch road in Joshua Tree National Park is a vast one. The hillsides are freckled with heather purple brush and spikey stands
I watch the shadow puppets on the wall and the geckos crawling slowly up the balcony door looking for bugs. I can see the light from
The God of Mozambique Elephants It was an aha moment: largest land mammal with overgrown teeth. I fancied tusks as bone fide majesty, not as billiard
“The highways show our indifference to death, so long as it’s someone else’s.” -Timothy Findley, Journeyman: Travels of a Writer My journey backward began on
And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn’d to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful
In a city, hundreds of miles away from the corncrib of my childhood, Mozart plays on the hotel piano, and instantly I feel the reverberations of
Jacaranda my mother recalls the jacaranda at Cocoplum about which my brother wrote a poem both not here but the tree is still filling our
The longleaf pine inverted and snagged into the surrounding forest like a treble hook hung on a cast before it ever hits the water. The pond