The Big Ridiculous

Accidental Cactus Performance Art

A short story about a man, a bike and a cactus.

Dead Hookers and Catatonic Huskies

When we decided in late 2010 to move to New Mexico, Harvey’s cross-country journey became an odyssey in and of itself. We planned our move to be a two-stage affair — after a moving company packed and started transporting our possessions, we two had a cross-country road…

Meadow Creek Dreams

A friend asked me “How’s the weather in your mind?” and my response was to…

Seesaw

My Dad’s a succinct man. How he begat a chatterbox like me remains a family mystery. He’s considerate and slow in his motions — but not economical. Totters around a good bit, sort of a sleepy guy. As a youngster, a bout with a viral infection damaged his hearing, so he grew up quiet, many thoughts swirling in his…

It’s Good to Have a Win

Delayed gratification is not my strong suit. Patience is a struggle for me, and oftentimes my sense of self-belief obscures the reality of my shortcomings. With a proclivity toward biting off more than I can chew, I tend to overcommit and subsequently pay the price in annoyance…

A Genuine Exchange

New Mexico sunsets can be flamboyant, colorful and evocative and changing and evolving with the decreasing angle of illumination. The chaotic swirls of weather add the day’s flavor — sometimes cap clouds pouring off the cliffs of the high Sandias, other times whole 50,000-foot cirrus crops…

A Hundred Yard Swim

I have dreams of northbound travel where I’m climbing up the impossibly broad plateau that drains the old Rio Grande…

The Continence of the Cold-Footed / Into the Winds

Around Wyoming by foot and 4x4, in two parts.

The Malevolence of Backyard Nightshades

(a cautionary tale)