God Is Here

When I last travelled the desert, I passed this one empty house.  It was along a flat stretch of highway.  A straight away nearly twelve miles long. Springtime was busting out.  The desert filling with promise. Green spotted the hills and I could see dots of little yellow flowers. And rain.  Rain was loving the…

Fire

The plume rises before us.  White and billowy.  We watch from across the valley. Then walk back to our camp by the lake.  The beautiful alpine lake snug against steep cliffs – where remnants of snow cling to rocks on the far side.  It is the place we picked so as to monitor the fire’s…

Zanzibar

“I could put  my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little.   Blond and tall and lean.  He rolled the window up with his other hand to keep ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot though it was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay…