nonfiction

A Scene from Vietnam

Pasts and futures are braided together with maps. There are as many types of maps as there are stories, and perhaps my story will come in...

Firescape & Nectar

He sees me, and hovers in front of my face for a moment. Eye contact. Understanding. We’re drunk on our senses, on desire — looking for some

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Mazatzal: Place of the Deer

Ten artists from across the country meet for the first time at the Deer Creek trailhead for a weeklong wilderness retreat. It’s important...

Two Days in Phoenix: A City of Contrasts

I depart from Seattle on a grey and misty day in November 2015, headed to Phoenix, Arizona.[1] I’ve never visited Phoenix before, and...

I Forgot...

Where I left my keys To put the wet clothes in the dryer To feed the dogs What temperature to set the oven To check the mail To show up...

A Neighbor’s Scorn

The sun’s rays barely peeked over Sheep Hill this morning and I was already fired up. I walk a lot — every day at least two miles, often...

Housebound

According to the U.S. Postal Service, the first private mail receptacles came into use in 1896. They were a hodgepodge of whatever usable it

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