Years later, looking back, only the oldest would remember a time before the fence.
It was only once we were airborne that we learned that our pilot was a horse.
A perfect globe, precious and fragile. The only one of its kind. Zoom out: crooked trees with leaves like wax, grasses little more than wires clinging to the ground. Zoom out: a rash of tin roofs overtaken by sand, only dust moving now in empty veins. Zoom out: an iron-hard land, baked and cracked by… Continue reading 100WC – Zoom Out
I met Ed on a train. I jumped it outside San Isidro and there he was, bundled in the corner of one of the freight cars. Drink? he asked, like it was nothing, and offered up a bottle wrapped in brown paper. After that we rode the tracks together for a while – Pecos, Sonora,… Continue reading 100WC – Ed