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Coming Out of Rough Creek Canyon

I dream of Mexico beaches or nights along the river walk—a destination. As usual, you won’t commit to anything until it happens. There’s no talk of tomorrow or where we’ll be a year from now. I press for a plan; you say you’ll surprise me, but last summer, camping on the Llano, you brought no…

Sinatra Over Dames Point

Sinatra was singing to the tune of our seduction the blasts of AC chilled skin in time with the spreading darkness I pressed the sole of my saddle shoe onto the gas pedal of a ’48 Ford De Luxe & took to the sky straight into a potion-purple horizon that burst profoundly from between the…