Each time he goes to the desert he feels astounded by its depth and the clarity of its soft sands. He really loves that wilderness that reminds him of the first moments of birth. Whenever he is there, he seizes the opportunity to roam, wander and observe the tiniest details. Yesterday the wind was so boisterous that it had carved wrinkles in the soft sand dunes. Today he goes to the desert to check it after yesterday’s storm. He feels more astounded because he doesn’t believe that the soft…

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A gust of wind hot as a blacksmiths bellows swept across the plain and onto the bluff and blew the man out of the high cave like an awakening beetle.  The caves stone entry was low and tight, no higher than a grown mans knees, and Sonny slid out and used his hands on wasted thighs to stand upright and he looked across the plain and spotted twin coyotes atop the far ridgeline stalking unseen prey beyond.  He pulled each suspender strap…

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Her eyes blur, going mad from a loud, insulting monochrome of black cityscape windows, towering gray concrete monsters, and frozen white suffocating any remaining hint of green photosynthetic breath. Her spirit, dipped in winter wind chill and hung out to dry on unseen clotheslines against ashen clouded skies, shudders. Livid screams protesting the lack of color in the landscape are held captive in her throat, finally escaping as soft, defeated sighs made manifest in frozen breath clouds.… Continue