The cobblestone streets of Prague twist and turn every which way, and even with a […]
the Nothing Man
Walking along cobblestone streets at night, thinking of you in the darkness. The light from […]
the lost communes of Bombay
The map had them labeled as beach campgrounds, tied to little seaside towns. As the […]
Everything must end
The sign was barely visible through the thick morning fog…Salton City Beach. I gripped the […]
fireworks from the other side of the world
If the truth be told, I hadn’t been a part of a countdown to a […]
me and the Salton Sea
The cold, snow and ice has gripped my hometown in a killer’s vice, the inversion […]
Starting with Owl (part 1)
The blogging world is a curious one indeed, and can sometimes happily lead me to […]
Morning in the Sand Pit, followed by a cleansing at Zapata Falls
“where man himself is a visitor who does not remain” My breath is visible in […]