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The Sky Knows No Borders
LAST AUGUST, I drove up to Northern California with three young Guatemalans and a crew of Latinx filmmakers to witness the solar eclipse. Mount Shasta supplied the backdrop. Continue reading
Wild and Domestic
I. GARY SNYDER SAID that we know our minds are wild because of the difficulty of making ourselves think what we think we ought to think. Continue reading
Prairie Chicken Marathon
I DRIVE OUT on Highway 10, leaving Houston behind — past Buc-ee’s gas station with the “cleanest restrooms in America” Continue reading
Prescription for Change
THIS PAST AUTUMN, beneath the smoke of wildfires across northern California, came reports of nosebleeds and coughs. Continue reading
Middle of Nowhere
THERE IS NO ROAD, hasn’t been a road since Gerlach, that crust of a town where we turned from pavement to playa, to hairline-fractured hardpan Continue reading