Category: Writing

Winslow, Arizona

Standing on the corner of Winslow, Arizona at 6am on Friday the 13th, the streets were cold and silent. Despite the solitude I had to remind myself to take it easy, to lighten up while I still can. Except I’ve got a world of trouble on my mind. “Oh we got it easy, We oughta […]

Los Angeles, California

I climbed up to Radio Hill Gardens to get a better look at the city, to get off the streets for a little while. There were surprisingly few camps hidden along the trails, even as I got turned around and ended up along the Arroyo Seco Parkway. After passing up eating at either Won Kok […]

Sleeping in Union Station

This is the city. Los Angeles, California. It’s the motion picture capital of the world. Some come to Los Angeles to see the stars or try to become one. I’m trying to get out. The lobby of Union Station was my hotel room, shared with dozens of others, their angry voices reflecting off the marble […]

Klamath Falls, Oregon

I found myself wandering the desolate streets of Klamath Falls late into the night. Heading to Los Angeles, and then points east. My backpack has become too heavy from the multitude of gear experiments this year, and maybe it’s time for a change. Cut everything back to bare minimum. Besides, wearing blue jeans makes me […]

Sunriver, Oregon

Accidentally frosted the tips of my hair while painting. Made a collage called Change. Not pictured here are the blue jeans I bought to fit into society. I haven’t worn them yet. Conformity in a culture of tailored truths doesn’t seem to be a good fit, and yet… #membershiphasitsprivileges #jackiedaytona

Heading South

In the hushed confines of the trailer, I ignite candles as a feeble defense against the encroaching cold. Overhead, the distant calls of geese pierce the air, tracing their path southward, the very route I’ll embark upon come morning. The mercury is predicted to plummet below freezing, and I can’t help but relish the impending […]