A Mask In The Pavement
In Ottumwa, Iowa, I stood on the sidewalk and watched the church pastor from down the road walk boldly from...
In Ottumwa, Iowa, I stood on the sidewalk and watched the church pastor from down the road walk boldly from...
Death is all around us. Death is obvious. Death is so clear to see that most children gain a basic...
This thing keeps happening in which my expectations build upon the apparent energy I have moving forward. I feel myself...
Roads led to roads that laced over one another without ever connecting their lanes of traffic. On the sidewalk, the...
The American landscape, in true Christian fashion, is kept closely cropped, uniform in appearance. Grass grown long and brown is...
The early morning sun cast dramatic shadows around everything on the tarmac. The rough landscape was made flat in its...
What used to be a Burger King, the thing behind the rows of weeds ripping through the parking lot. It...
My skin bare to the sensations of the generations-old carpet, my toes pointed to a way out, a vent for...
The car broke down for the last time. So, I walked the way I had driven so many times, but...
At the side of the driveway, its round waxy leaves provide a low border between pavement and the rough bark...