The Water House
Halloween here had always been pretty typical before the Water House. It’s been the Packer House before, up on top of our street. Out front, the Packers grew basil beside wild blueberries, kept hummingbird…
The Influencer
Halfway up Route 18, near the edge of the Mojave Desert, a redrock canyon cuts across ancient lava flows and scrubby foothills before fading, without fanfare, into the western horizon. The canyon is walled by…
The Storm of Beasts
Go beyond the shallow waters, Go out into the deep Discover there is more to you beyond what you’ve seen. Those were the words of the elder as she perished on her deathbed, necklace…
DICING WITH DEATH?
It’s been four days since we last went, and with each dreary, drizzly day that passes, my motivation weakens. I cannot even remember the last time I saw the ground outside looking dry, so this…
Serpent of Life
Water flowed slowly, yet powerfully, around and past Reto. The surface was painted green with the reflections of trees, towering over its mirror. His father’s canoe put a thick wooden wall between him and the…