Southwest Wind Upon My Face
In the distance, Lake Chapala’s a silky sheen of white all the way to Mount García; but near the shore,...
In the distance, Lake Chapala’s a silky sheen of white all the way to Mount García; but near the shore,...
from The Hour of Land: A Personal Topography of America’s National Parks by Terri Tempest Williams: “Cynicism flourishes in air-conditioned...
Thirty days I waited patient and this is the day you came. All month I wondered how you would find...
In Lak’ech, I say, Ala K’in, you greet me back; I am you, you are me. Yo soy tu, tu...