The Aura of a Self-Willed Land by Sara Aranda “Mountains have many moods.” – Jack Turner I At night the Milky Way dusts the sky falls to powder the Earth by day snow cluttered labyrinths between the trees and ice-laced river. Shadows paint numb strands of bark as scattered as old elk tracks now gentle … More The Aura of a Self-Willed Land
10.5 – 10.12 “Ants control the Universe,” Patrick quipped. We had been dropped off at Cahuita National Park, a stretch of jungle along a small peninsula, which has a trail all the way to the point. Leaf-cutter ants were marching along, some with bits of leaves and some with flower petals. Their highways, wide and … More Costa Rica, Part 3: Spiders & Deep Water
10.2.2016 Johnny drives us the 3.5 hours to Cahuita. San Jose is quiet at 6 in the morning, but joggers and cyclists are brightly making their way along the narrow streets. When the city ends the true nature of this land is loud and green, thick and reaching into the sky for a hundred feet … More Costa Rica, Part 2: (Cahuita) I Am Not Embarrassed
By Patrick Hodge Down in the basement, I laid on my make-shift bed on the floor, as I didn’t yet own a mattress. My room had no windows, creating an atmosphere similar to a cool, dark cave. I shut my eyes to find solitude from the small sliver of golden light fighting its way in … More Memory and The Self
by Sara Aranda The lone bison grazes in a field of yellow tones dark trees surround his meadow and the sun is settling down beyond the mountains and thermal flats that glow cyan, green, and orange. Plumes of steam rise into the ether and boiled water bubbles from the ground the smell of sulfur stings … More The Lone Bison Grazes
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