“Take it,” the stranger says, stretching the clementine wedge toward me. I smell the promise of sweet citrus and a hint of myrrh. My mouth waters, but I resist. I hear Nina’s voice echoing in my mind: Did she wash the skin before she peeled it? Are her hands...
Photo by City of Albuquerque / CC BY-NC 2.0 I saw a man shapeshift into a coyote. It happened at the part of the trail that bends closest to the river, you know, by the burned clearing with the white tree trunk and everyone’s initials in ash. The man squatted naked in...
When traveling in the desert, you judgethirst by touching the tip of your tongueto the inside of your cheek. The canyon trek is harsh, and every breath feels like breathing inthe beginning of time, and tastes like ancient salt,mined from the bones of the wind. This...
Photo by Christy Lorio I could have stayed my ass at home, but I didn’t. It was a chemo week and I had already purchased a back country permit months ago and planned out this Grand Canyon overnight camping trip at Horseshoe Mesa, about three miles down the Grandview...
