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Letters from the desert: Dark
By Chris Clarke on 2008 10 29 at 7:26:11 am | 0 commentsA few hundred miles of desert two-lane at night, no radio nor moon nor competing traffic to interfere with the cascade of thought, and the dark folds itself in around my pallid headlamps. The high-beams have developed a disconcerting tendency to go
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Letters from the desert: The Jeep
By Chris Clarke on 2008 08 25 at 4:28:25 pm | 0 commentsMy traveling around in the desert is made possible by a 1992 Jeep Cherokee, itself made possible by Diane and Sherwood Harrington, who gave me the thing for free to facilitate my writing. It’s a trusty beast. It has ghosts that have taken control
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Letters from the desert: Cholla garden
By Chris Clarke on 2008 08 05 at 12:43:33 am | 0 commentsHow swift it is this heart can shift, can shed old sadness as a snake sheds scales, new clarity of vision coming as old skin falls from athwart the eyes.
The Raven’s eyes sparkle in the desert sun.
I am abraded, skinless. I am that part of the
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Letters from the desert: This life
By Chris Clarke on 2008 07 26 at 11:10:03 am | 0 commentsIt all begins to fall away, these days, the longing and the difficulty, the nostalgias for old pain. I drive these desolate roads alone, content, the sky turning unimaginable shades fading to black. My headlights illuminate only a short stretch
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