Photo: Aubrey Case “Order three-zero, you’re my hero!” The quirky words beckon me forward, and I mutter a quick thanks as I snag the brown paper bag from the counter. I am four, ten, seventeen, twenty years old eating my favorite food. There are neon signs and...
Photo: November Masinelli, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Once known for the colors of its cliffs,red sandstone contrasted with canyons of green trees, people photographtheir auras there now. I should have asked you to take a photograph with me,should have told...
Photo: redjar, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons She keeps failing to twirl a baton. She knows I’m watching her. She doesn’t look embarrassed. Her apparent composure confounds me. Some move through their lives at ease. She looks about five years old. She doesn’t...
They told me you were extinct in the visitors center a little plaque with your name outside we gather under the overhang as you dole out oil lamps they say it was the way you flocked that made you so easy to hunt, I’d say it’s your nail polish in the middle of nowhere...
Photos and Drawings by Eve Müller and Kelly Terwilliger. NOTE: This is an excerpt from a collaborative, book-length work (Water Questions) based on a series of 12 swims – one a month – in a different body of wild Oregon water. The authors fully immersed themselves in...
Photo: Porterhse, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons A one story cinderblock building sits on a low rise just beyond the park. The row of numbered doors is nearly obscured by overgrown shrubbery and prairie grass grows patchy over the parking lot. The sign out front:...
