night
that smell carried across the sands; sharp, earthy rain. as lightening danced across the mountain high clouds, i remembered. i remembered the hot blistering days, the …
no cars, no trucks on the road this time of night. it’s almost midnight and the nightbirds call across the dry leathery grass, across the …
there is something about riding public transportation i find fascinating. texas’ car culture permeated my thinking until i moved to san francisco and in that …
he’s often somewhere on Castro, begging for change. i’ve seen him in the tenderloin, too. he never utters a word, just holds up his plastic cup …
i see him from time to time on the bus or at the bus stop or walking down the street. though i have never met …
the chilled, wet morning hurried us to our destinations, the wind pushing us, pushing us so we had the excuse to not notice them; the woman …
you can hear the sound of the underground trains you know it feels like distant thunder you know there’s so many people living in this house and I …