Belonging

That’s how you belong—not by finally arriving, but by having longing for arrival quickened, by being willing to long after life by living. - t seems to me that as you get older, you might bear down upon your life and give it the quiet consideration it deserves. Do so, and you could catch...

Darker, Still

Still, mostly. That's where I sit tonight. Perhaps you are still, too. It's already begun. There'll be torrents, and the building up of memory, and the betrayal of endings. But not from here. It's still, mostly, where I am. I made some pretty stout vows about this day, some rash and utterly faithful declarations. I questioned the merit of...

A Hawk Across the Waters

This Mankiller Tour began eons ago, in February, with a small huddle of expats and curious Mexica, a crackling sound system and doubtful, generous Buddhists, riven pilgrims, end-of-the-road outcasts, trollers of purpose to go with their days, all of us gathered under the mantle, the flayed-open cordillera of Morellos, under the unvanquished Aztec pyramid...