Out in the Mojave Desert

The plain adobe casita out on the mesa was an island—the structure strong as a steady four walls and roof. Sometimes the wind blew all day. Sometimes the wind blew and rusted pieces of metal…

Somewhere in Venezuela: 2

Venezuela is the kind of place that’s back-lit, it glows, dim from the inside out. I was sitting on a bench in the small Caribbean country, far from my home, under a street lamplight. A…