Five homes converge around a family of ponderosa. Each are growing with roots deeply embedded, stubborn against any storm. They seem to have gathered in this place causing a special sanctuary where the backyards meet without borders. Lemon light in the desert is delicious this time of year. Seasons are shifting and passing on the …
White Noise
I stood there searching in the dim light of Wednesday amongst the transient souls where kids remained lost in a world of narrow expectations. My daughter had gone missing having disappeared out her window one night and into the streets where the lost children play like the kids of Evermore or Pan. “Ya dropped your badge, …