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Summer heat rises Incoherent, winking, magical, The road unfurling graciously Across The Plain of Snakes. A lonely stretch, the border towns, Where shutters are closed and everyone warns, Don’t go there—you’ll die! The old man in the Nissan pays them…

The Math Thesis

Two days away from the manuscript, and that uneasy feeling starts creeping in, the tiny whisper that says, if you stop now, you’ll never get it done. Just like John, my hero, says of picking cotton, “there’s a rhythm to the work.” This is…

Why Go?

Why Go Why endure frigid nights sleeping outdoors on the ground? Why take on the burden of a heavy pack, and a long, long walk? Not just for the fresh air, or the views, or the exercise, or for the…

John’s Story Travels

Everywhere I go, I bring my writing. Everywhere. The few times I’ve allowed myself to become separated from it, it’s led to a brooding creative doldrums, from which no progress can be made….a day without sunshine. The absolute worst, (and…