By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…
by Tamara Adelman I’d heard so much about the mystique of the desert, how in its nothingness, it inspires—how the more time you spend in the dusty landscape, the more you see. Dillon Road in Desert Hot Springs is surrounded by the flowers of early spring, and I ride diligently,…