To All The World A Taxi Driver

The tarmac was blazing hot. Nadir carried his flight helmet under one arm. The wind came in from the desert North-Northeast, light cumulus clouds on the horizon South. It was 1979. The Shah was dead. When a leader forgets the people, it never lasts long. Even at 26 years of age Nadir understood this

Yes, That Girl

On the reservation when I was a little girl, my mother put me in charge of a flock of sheep. I didn’t like it. At school, they teased and called me Bo Peep and pulled my hair. I don’t even want to think of it

Barn

In an old barn is something almost remembered. In the faded corn powder and littered straw, boards creaking underfoot; between the rafters and soft dirt below – something.

Purple Hippo

Be it near or in a land far, far, away – be it short or long ago as once ever was, Purple Hippo grew bored with the generous circumference of her purple-ness. Therefore and by second-day free shipping, she caused many packages to arrive at the door.

Lizard's Pocket Calculator

Lizard armed himself with a pocket calculator.

Instinctively he knew the need of some advantage in life. And, he slept that night with the brushed metal face of his newfound strength held dearly to his breast.

Physically Distant.

A curious thing happened about a week ago. I rode into Carlsbad to do some much-needed resupplying of water, food, and toiletries. I’ve been biking across South Central and West Texas for over a month, and once I got into New Mexico, I picked a right camping spot to wait out the cold weather further North. I wanted to make Santa Fe in the warmth of Spring.