Hot Dead Run
Sweat runs in rivulets and flits back in the oncoming breeze. Worn Reeboks pound out a desperate rhythm across gravel and cracked pavement. A pitiless Arizona…
Yesterday.
Dear journal; Today is Thursday. Yesterday I was happy. I am happy today, too. Just not as much. Today I want to be Somewhere I would feel happy all the time…
Doc.
I don’t care if I’m too old to have toys. I’m keeping my toy cowboy, And carrying him around in my pocket. I’ll name him after Doc Holliday. And when me and…
The Legend of the Nameless Man: The Summer of '80
The summer of ‘80 was when he first showed in town. July, I recall, during an unnatural hot spell, like the mines had busted through to the fires of Hell…
Happy November
The top is down, and I’m rolling through the hills. Even the wind at sixty miles an hour can’t wipe the grin off my face. Realistically it’s a few degrees too…
The Desert That Wasn't
Humid. That was not what I was expecting when deplaning in Tuscon, AZ. I was expecting hot, dry, arid, but not humid. I quickly grabbed my luggage and raced…
Flight 364
“Flight 364 to Phoenix, Arizona is now boarding. Please wait until your group has been called, thank you.” Cassie glanced up just in time to see the very prim…