New Story: Bragging Rights
I wanted that scar, damn it. I wanted to be able to strip my sleeve up to my shoulder when school got back and wave that contused, jagged line in […]
I wanted that scar, damn it. I wanted to be able to strip my sleeve up to my shoulder when school got back and wave that contused, jagged line in […]
I know, I know, the blog’s been quiet for almost a month. Not that I haven’t been doing things – the problem is that I’ve been doing too many of […]
Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing me whine about “That Damned Novel.” About how I can’t do this or that, or am slow to reply because I’m […]
The man on the bus said he had to tell me. I figured he just had to tell anyone who would listen. And I figured that, as the only gringo […]
“Well, I thought the highway loved me, but she beat me like a drum,” -Jason Isbell
I’m on the last leg of over 24 hours on airplanes, coming back from a month and a half […]
About this time last night, I was walking into town from the ship, guitar over my shoulder, eagerly anticipating my first chance to lie down on something that didn’t spend […]
“The sweet smell of the land blew out to us on a warm wind, a smell of sand verbena and grass and mangrove. It is so quickly forgotten, this land […]
The sea is not, I think, something for those who regard the world in terms of conquest. A mountain can be conquered: Zebulon Pike’s “unclimbable peak” is now saddled with […]
It took the away team three excursions out to the buoy, jury-rigging scavenged electronics into place under the hatch of a Volkswagen-sized pod bobbing in the the open ocean, but […]
Captain turned the ship around day before last. The storm was coming at us from the southwest, so rather than sit in place and ride it out, we’d pressed our […]