Michael Ross HollandA Day on the RooftopsThey all look the same. One after the next, block after block. From my vantage high above the pavement that runs like an airstrip through…Apr 9, 20171Apr 9, 20171
Michael Ross HollandThe Buzz on lifeBurrowed deep within my sleeping bag and a few additional comforters, I find a tunnel within the folds and poke my head through. I let out…Jan 31, 2017Jan 31, 2017
Michael Ross HollandStatua RotaOff of 7th avenue and 54th street in downtown Bogotá, there is a small brewery that stays open late. The brewery is a bright box of light —…Jun 7, 20161Jun 7, 20161
Michael Ross HollandClumsy in ColombiaI awake to a solitary figure standing outside my tent. A dark energy begins to boil in my belly until I realize that although I’ve never…Jun 3, 2016Jun 3, 2016
Michael Ross HollandEl RefugioI pour myself a cup of coffee and train my eyes on El Principito (The Little Prince), a children’s book I’m attempting to read in Spanish…May 18, 2016May 18, 2016
Michael Ross HollandDilaWhile I write in Dila’s living room, she pops her head in for the tenth time in an hour.May 11, 2016May 11, 2016
Michael Ross HollandHome Sweet HomeJuan-Cristo lives in a single-story, three room home on the outskirts of Suesca. We turn off from one dirt road and onto the next and our…Apr 24, 2016Apr 24, 2016
Michael Ross HollandArrivalOn approach I peer out the window of the plane and get a look at the city. Bogotá. I track the roads as they dissect the city into hundreds…Apr 10, 2016Apr 10, 2016