The Fruited Desert
The town was originally called Junction, but a place that holds improbability should have a little more zing. It’s a rare example of good rebranding.
Not Quite Night
For a fistful of minutes, the bats performed their choppy waltz with each other and their prey. With each change in direction or newly chosen flight path, they reacted to shifts in our shared environment that I couldn’t see, hear, or understand.
Earth Hiccups
When it gets smaller maybe it’s distilled into something more powerful. By the time it makes it back to earth it’s in the purest form. There are wonders littered on the mountainsides here, colorful and whimsically shaped.
If the Devil Had a Garden
Maybe there was a thread of recognition that passed between us, our paths having crossed before, and that’s why I noticed it. Admiring its reflection in a once-shiny chrome motorcycle gas tank.