The dust storm: We were approaching our hotel at Stovepipe Wells when the sky darkened in the middle of the afternoon. At first, we weren’t sure why it was happening, then we realized a dust storm was blowing in. Soon our rental was getting battered […]
Travel Essay/ Poems: I awoke yesterday morning wanting breakfast at the Hotel Waldheim in Mayrhofen, strong coffee, juice, cereal, a lovely roll, great bread with slices of pungent cheese, salami, and something like a German Mortadella. After the 9/11 attack, my wife and I found […]
The taxi’s headlights smudged a yellow blur through the drizzle. “Buenas Dias,” I said as I got into the taxi, even though it was not yet morning, but still madrugada, that time between midnight and dawn. I couldn’t help but think about the other early morning […]
Monkeys chasing each other across rooftops. The smoke from your cigarette. The curtain of the night falling behind the Taj, its shadowy silhouette. God is close. Allah moves across the face of the stone, never seen, but always present. Prayers called up to the night […]
The Bering Sea narrows into a corner above the Alaska Peninsula and below the Kuskokwim mountains, where the difference between ebb and flood transforms the shore more drastically than sunrise, sunset or the changing of seasons. This corner is an arm of the Bering Sea called Bristol Bay.