Monthly Archives: January 2011

With a curl of his wrist as he pours the steamed milk, a foam heart falls onto my latte.  Descending from the desert, I pass through northern Texas and continue east, through the cold, shadowed streets of Oklahoma City, into … Continue reading →

Wild raging sunsets; watercolor desert skies pureed tangerines and cherries smeared across the heavens beneath wisps of red wine clouds As I descend Arizona, actually forced by the sunset to pull over and step out of my car into the … Continue reading →

Over the past few years, as I have been struggling to develop my relationship with the craft of writing, part of the journey has been learning to recognize my limitations as a writer.  For example, two years ago I found … Continue reading →

My time in Kingman ends in the coffee shop where it began.  In the morning, I meet a friendly woman named Barb.  I tell her that I’m probably heading in the direction of Flagstaff, and she mentions that she’ll be … Continue reading →

Yes, still in Needles.  After my experience with Dot and the Freight Hopper, my head is spinning.  I call Charlie.  Rather than placate my mind, the chat lasts for over an hour and Charlie launches another wave of thought provoking … Continue reading →

(Yeah, there’s a Part II.) aka The Old-Time Freight Hopper When I finish driving around aimlessly and thinking about my experience with Dot, I head back through Needles in search of a café where I can post up and write … Continue reading →

Warning: this is a long one.  But it’s worth it. September, 2010: stranded at the junction between 395 and 58, still 200 miles from Arizona.  The junction had three gas stations, a Burger King, a motel, and nothing else.  At … Continue reading →

In a San Diego coffee house, leaning over my notebook, dreadlocks splayed out across the page as I write.  Maria was one of the last people I visited before disappearing up to the cabin seven months ago, and it feels … Continue reading →