I picked up Route 66 just outside of Barstow, California, on my way from Tehachapi to Joshua Tree. No one…

I've been YouTubing through my past recently, finding a mother lode of memories. I don't know what’s caused this sudden…

His name was Michael. I wasn't aware of his presence until he spoke: "How'd do you like your Mac?" he…

Translation of a poem written by a Japanese monk soon after the earthquake....   After sunset we need the strong…

    tell them when I die that I did not die tell them I’m painting landscapes from the sky…

She was sitting in a Starbucks in Paso Robles—an older Indian lady with a large, red fabric suitcase propped next…