Union Station is wide, old fashioned and chilly. An Amtrak station is situated behind it and competes for the Greyhound traffic. We meandered around in the air-conditioning while we sipped out of water bottles. The people that waited in lines for bus transfers never smiled, and the skin around their eyes looked heavy ( Read more... )

St. Patrick's Day began with a borrowed mop ( Read more... )

It's been hectic, to say the least. I am thankful for the outrageous ( Read more... )

Everything I owned fit in the back of her Escape, packed haphazardly in laundry hampers and stray backpacks. It fit the theme. I hadn’t completely unpacked since I had arrived in Taos, and I was already on my out again. I accepted my hit and miss. Every door I had tried was locked, or only sheltered rooms too small for my body, my hampers. I hadn’t ( Read more... )

We sat in the FourRunner, conserving heat, feeling scandalous in the digital glow of the dashboard. Jordan had his hands deep in a Ziploc bag, dividing caps, stems and shake three ways between us. I grimaced, washed it all down with Tecate. I already felt giddy, expectant, picking mushrooms out of my molars ( Read more... )

The festival lost it's vigor, lost it's multitude of colors, and the zealots all tried to rub the gooseflesh off their forearms. The tropic smell of ganja sweat and hot turf suspended itself for a moment near the crowns of their heads and then dissipated. The dark entertainers climbed down from the stage, and the engineers piloting the light and ( Read more... )

I stared at the sun while I waited for the bus. I couldn’t see past the imprints it made on my retinas. I searched the ground before me while my vision slowly returned. With it, images from the dreams you had witnessed and forgotten by morning. I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or the music choice, but I watched you stalk tawny felines through a ( Read more... )

They dusted saffron off of their fingers, allowing their attentions to wander from television set to television set. One image, echoing “…which mirrors what congress has adopted”. They exchange looks, she stalks over to the stovetop to adjust the heat underneath the pots. Places a pensive palm over her ovaries. The dishwater steam from the sink ( Read more... )

seventeen alabaster pillars.
why do I keep returning to this?
on these structures, our totems.
I see, from the bottom up, my brown bear,
my dragon, my wheat maiden.
I walk around it in circle,
my ankles turning in the algae.
It is so much cooler in this grove
where the names of elements are whispered to me,
through my hair,
in different languages

I've set my notebook on a news stand podium by the bus stop. The sky looks like rain. My contacts are dry, so the headlights people switch on under the overcast blur. I'm ready for my interview, wandering my windblown ass around Dallas, trying to avoid the men. There are just so many of them gawking, slowing down, turning around, and killing time ( Read more... )