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…

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 to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay and the girl rode…

Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind.  The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her.   He motions for her…

Entering the Caldera

The buffaloes arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems as if all of sudden the buffaloes are there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk.  The mother and boy…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf.   Not in the wild.  My dad did.  Once.  Up north, as they say, in the boundary waters.   Early morning and we kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes.   There he was on the rocks by…

Adventures in Buses

I haven’t posted for some time.  Life has not allowed for such but I hope to get back to it soon.  In the meanwhile,  I had a piece published at Wanderlust and Lipstick.  It’s a continuation of an earlier story I posted here called La Ruta Maya.  I’ve attached a link to the new story. …

Forecast

By CS Austin (Guest Blogger) The young man from Syria in the camel colored coat noted drily, “Americans always talk about the weather.” We were on the train, seated in fours in the dining car. He had found Portland unappealing, with its flourishing homeless population and only gas station jobs on offer for an electrical…

La Ruta Maya

The day is hot and dusty when the bus from Cancun drops us.  We get off at the wrong stop and bicker about the mile or so walk we have to get to Tulum. In the midday heat our backpacks feel stone heavy and we quickly languish. I am the first to stick out my…