If ever a place to be known as Desolation, it is not the high plateaus and mountaintops of unknown and uncharted valleys, it is the endless stretches between the steppe and the great plains. In this expanse which creates the Badlands of South Dakota, the sea of sagebrush turned crab grass, and a swathe of innumerable dry beds, the phantoms of this ( Read more... )

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In the rotation of seemingly never-ending shifts, sleep is a valued commodity. Between the hours of preparing for work, preparing dinner, and preparing for bed, there isn't much else left. Running to the store requires negotiating a few hours of lost rest. Sleeping in late and catching up aren't really options. Artificial stimulants are the ( Read more... )

The wind was howling, rattling the shack towards the edge of the pad. The wind-sock, caught in the fray, was ready follow the flow, nearly causing the pole to bend over to the whims of the night. And yet, we still try to find that connection. We were still watching movies, listening to music, trying what we could to not be in the reality of our ( Read more... )

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When it hits this hard, it takes every ounce of mustard, just to get up. Everything says, 'give up; give in. You've got nowhere left to run.' And that last bit of go is usually made to dress yourself, tidy up a bit, and walk to the devil's doorstep. To stand there, not staring him in the eyes with some crazy look lighting your face. No, when ( Read more... )

eye on the prize boy...eye on the prize ( Read more... )

I am the stranger inside your house ( Read more... )