In the dim blue near dawn I build a cairn of small flat stones, the kind we used to skim across the lake, watching the ripples pulse against the shore.   There is no water here, only the parched glyphs Read more ›


Yungay This is not Pompeii where the dead are on display like plaster sculptures, their last horrific gestures frozen for the ages while the guide drones on with scholarly precision. This is more recent, more frightening, more real, an entire Read more ›

In Coral Seas

Come with me gliding like a great pelagic through coral seas of emerald green and Prussian blue. You’ve sprouted wings, the current nudges you along like a mother’s hand, time stops, you hear nothing but your own breath rising in Read more ›