Travel is the voyage through time, an unmasking of places, people, and histories. In the rubble of civilizations exists story upon story, age in the chips of marble and the pores of brick. Touch them long enough, and the buildings shall speak of art, music, movements, and fight. Travel is the sip of pineapple, rum, ...

Shortly after Christmas last year I heard a news story that has been on my mind since. My house was still decorated with all things Santa and Wise Men. We had plates full of Christmas treats that would last us a month. Like every other morning before, I woke up to the news on the TV. ...

In every second there is a moment In every moment there is a heartbeat Within every heartbeat, the next moment lives  Lava comes and goes As our world Continues to flow There is a soft edgeTo every hard stone All the world is greenAlong my soul’s causeway The tree’s rustling voicesAre nature’s welcoming roar

Esk returned to Sam’s cabin home, still upset. Sam, concerned, sat down in his recliner to join him. Esk stared at the ashes in the fireplace. “Esk, I know ya’ been havin’ a hard time lately,” Sam said. “That is what you call an understatement,” Esk mumbled. “Bein’ an angel must be hard, huh?” “Yes. ...

Finding a gardener was more complicated than I expected. Elaina and Frank weren’t joking when they said Aunt Blaire ran off most of the professionals around. All the ones I called, she either fired, the grounds were too much for them, or they didn’t have any openings on their full-time client list. I was on ...

The Sun promises to brighten every day Yet, not all parts. If you chose its shadow, darkness may envelop you. So rise, and see the light.

The concrete jungle wakes to rays of the sun. Panes of glass play with eastern light. Towers of brick, cement, and stucco rise above urban citrus trees to glimpse the stirring towns. Traffic pours in, traffic pours out, and cars line up like glistening ants. Vehicular networks like brain neurons branch outward and inward, a ...

Soon after the initial meeting of Don and reuniting with Ella, we all decided to keep moving, lest I be caught by the Dudes in Black, whom shall hence be named! Don and Ella glided effortlessly just above the ground. They were no longer attempting to put on false pretenses of still being living humans ...

Jerome population: strange. That’s how the tiny ghost town sees itself and sports that statement proudly on a bumper sticker. I have to admit the statement caught my attention. We’ve been to Jerome numerous times, and I agree it is eccentric. Once a thriving copper mining town, now it’s a town for the quirky and ...

It sat on a lot. On a concrete foundation poured years and years ago, mazes of cement like outlines for a future. Stakes of iron held it together, and puzzles of timber erected a roof. Windowpanes witnessed Christmas mornings, marine-layered springs, fairy summers, and crisp falls. This grand model wore stains from nail polish and ...