Jon MillerTurtle Mountain and the Avenues of CommerceWhen I first thought of this project, I did not know how it would come about, and my only real plan was to ride the subway between two…Jan 4, 2019Jan 4, 2019
Jon MillerThe Wind’s SongThat rock is much older than me, and even thinking that thought is a misattribution. So much inhuman things dominate this area, unseen but…Dec 2, 2018Dec 2, 2018
Jon MillerA Shot of SmileA student was assigned to write a short piece that details their favorite memory. Terrance gave me the following:Mar 28, 2018Mar 28, 2018
Jon Millerthe northern mountain and parting with an old friendI walk to the edge of town, but there is no edge. The city inches outwards, newly constructed roads cover tumultuous fields. I pause…Feb 13, 2017Feb 13, 2017
Jon MillerThe Cab-driver at a Red-lightAfter describing the man’s breakup to the cab-driver, the passenger continued to talk about his dinner plans later that evening. The…Feb 11, 2017Feb 11, 2017
Jon MillerDigital Cities of the PastDuring the Chinese New Year, I traveled out to the small town where I used to live. While I was there, I stayed with the current foreign…Feb 7, 2017Feb 7, 2017
Jon MillerWomen in the Subway’s PADali, Yunnan Province — With our bikes slung across our backs, the irrigation ditch eroded beneath our feet. The sun set fifteen minutes…Feb 7, 2017Feb 7, 2017
Jon MillerCities of Construction: September 2014An inquisitive driver’s assistant walked to the back of the bus. He had a piece of paper scrawled with a strange sentence; I had a ticket…Nov 27, 2016Nov 27, 2016
Jon MillerI LIE IN THE DARK AND I HEAR MY DOG WALKING ON THE BEDI am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting them as if I had never been \ Daniel Keyes, Flowers for AlgernonJun 15, 2016Jun 15, 2016
