From whence

Nicole asked me if I missed the desert.How can I miss it when I carry it inside of me? Strangers to Southern Arizona lament the absence of green,But the brown is beautiful.I know the colors of the dirt. The veins of clay. Volcanic and sedimentary rocks that read like storybooks. The mountainous skylines that act … Continue reading From whence

Scenes before the Italian restaurant

“It’s going to be uncomfortable.” I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. Uncomfortable is sweating on a train platform in sweltering NYC August. Uncomfortable is blistered feet on the second day of a weeklong trip to Rome. Uncomfortable is a scorched mouth after drinking scalding hot chocolate. Somehow these procedures are never just uncomfortable. Today … Continue reading Scenes before the Italian restaurant