December 16, 2020 6:58 pmPublished by John Montesi
Where I stand, the world is quiet. Wind whispers through the ocotillos and the mesquite trees, its song through the thorns cooing the memories of love that hurts to remember and hurts to forget. There’s a ghost beside me, the absence of a soul to share these sights with.
May 12, 2020 5:22 pmPublished by John Montesi
Like the rootbound plant which withers when set free, we adapt to the particular habitat that sustains us.
February 11, 2018 12:34 pmPublished by John Montesi
As time passes, I am stricken by many things: the urgency a brush with death places upon us. Our ability to normalize and gloss over such a traumatic experience in order to ‘move on.’ The way survival is so fickle and random that it can all feel very pointless or extraordinarily meaningful. The difference a day makes.
December 16, 2017 6:27 pmPublished by admin
I hoisted my knee up over the edge and we stood, above the Canyon once more, fierce winds howling in our ears, reminding us just how precarious standing atop a slick hoodoo is. But, everything is precarious in its own way. Is it not better to bring that to light instead of trying to hide it in the shadows?
November 27, 2017 1:35 pmPublished by John Montesi
I find beauty and hope in the individual and collective human ability to defy the odds. I am also radically overwhelmed by it. Isn't our existence a miracle that should be revered? Aren't we preposterously fleeting? Should we take things less seriously? Is it possible to take things seriously enough?
April 8, 2015 10:59 amPublished by John Montesi
The idea that a river has a character distinct from all other rivers seems impossibly provincial. If someone had said... View Article