I started a project last year where I wrote the sunset every day. At first, I struggled with shaping my day to mark the edge of day. But then it became a sort of instinct–even when I didn’t physically get to see the sunset on an idyllic horizon, my body still felt the transition. I’d … Continue reading
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Every Sunset
Last year, after my first trip to Portugal/Spain/south France, I decided to write about the sunset every day for a year. There were a few reasons for this. Mostly, I was inspired by Arles and Van Gogh’s work he did there, sketching the same things over and over on a daily basis so as to … Continue reading
Reverse Sunset
The sun had already set when my plane took off in Philadelphia. A gold-grey haze that made the clouds look like peeling varnish on a mirror that is reflecting candle flame. But as we flew north and very slightly east, a glowing red began to bubble over the dark clouds. We were flying not into … Continue reading
Janus Stories
Like Janus, New Orleans has at least two faces and a multitude of stories that chorus in your ears during the afternoon thunderstorms. They wake you up at night with their rush and pound; they build throughout the day with humidity and pressure, until you are begging the city to spill its tales. I lived … Continue reading
In Absence Is The Thing
I love camping in the desert as summer gets closer. The days are so hot that you simply can’t do anything but sit in the shade, waiting for that magic moment before sunset when the air softens. That moment when the boundaries between self and the world are lost because you can’t really tell where the … Continue reading
Red Handed
I had the privilege to tell a story for The Narrators San Diego at their monthly meeting at Tiger!Tiger! Tavern. They included it on their podcast. Have a listen. Continue reading
Greedy for Light
As the light seeps from the day, only this patch of grass seizes the pigment. Green with greedy sun behind bleeding orange. Continue reading
