travel – Life Along The River

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 says and laughs a little. Blond and tall and lean, he rolls the window nearly all the way up to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It is barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,” he says. Jay…

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…