David RozulWeaver’s NeedleFrom the corner of my eye, I see Soren finishing his cigarette. The morning sun is still low. I step into the leg loops of my harness, the…Jan 21, 2021Jan 21, 2021
David RozulA J Tree FarewellFlames crackled in a scrap metal fire pit, laughter filled the desert night and I was waving over an oversized flask with a fuzzy fake…May 8, 2020May 8, 2020
David RozulThe Feeling of Being FreeYou can prepare all you want, but you’ll never be ready.Aug 10, 2018Aug 10, 2018
David RozulLeaving ‘Home’‘Twenty Years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the…Jul 31, 20181Jul 31, 20181
David RozulThe Cold AirI unzip my tent, crawl out and take my first steps away into the darkness of the night.Jun 27, 2018Jun 27, 2018
David RozulThe Shared SummitI see his chest rise and fall quickly. Sweat buds his hairline. Gasping for air, Albert finds footing, leans back and sits on a fallen log…May 6, 2018May 6, 2018
David RozulFriendship in Riverside“Dude this beats sitting at home on a couch.”Dec 5, 2017Dec 5, 2017
David RozulHurts So GoodThe sun is going down and the surrounding desert mesas are beginning to cast shadows on the tan sandstone that I’m dangling off of 60 feet…Nov 3, 2017Nov 3, 2017
David RozulSmall Steps For Big ProgressDigging back into the archives of draft stories that never have seen light. An article I started to write in the beginning of summer —…Oct 20, 2017Oct 20, 2017
