Free At Last

"Nights in our desert were clear and cold," Aaron can hear elder Katherine's weathered voice whisper in his ear. They would stand on this humble knoll outside Thermal, CA, looking out over the valley towards the horizon for hours, drawing meager jackets in close to their chests to fend off the bitter wind swirling around … Continue reading Free At Last

Breaking The Chains

He watched silent dust particles float in the confining, stagnant air around him, someone must have forgotten to open the windows in the auditorium this morning. Adolescence oozed from the chairs behind him on the stage and Emanuel wondered briefly if he smelled like that, too. Of course he did, especially at this moment. He … Continue reading Breaking The Chains