We follow the dusty, white caliche toward water downshifting along the way, driving slowly through the bends and curves of the road. The...

I didn’t always love myself, you see? It’s not enough to simply show up. It takes purpose to shed the paradigms that others place upon...

(as published in the Fall 2023 Cenizo Journal) This is a story of a horse and the girl who loves him. I lie back on the picnic bench and...

At night the ghosts come out. They roam the corridors of my mind and wander the graveyard of my soul - the parts I thought I’d put to bed...

(as published in the Spring 2023 Cenizo Journal) This morning, when I went outside as I always do to greet the day and smell the desert,...

I saw a shooting star last night against the canvas of the night sky. One brief flash among a backdrop of many as it was trying hard to...

The beach lies perpetually in motion. A stretch wide and long as a striped asphalt runway. Sun glistens off the wet sand and with each...