One summer, when I was in college, I planned a hike from Georgia to Virginia on the Appalachian Trail. It was going to be over 500 miles and take seven weeks.
I spent the last afternoons of classes doing calf-raises and squats in the hallway of my dorm, listening to Bob Dylan’s Hurricane on a boombox that could get pretty loud. Continue reading
for Carson P Boyd III
On that uncertain Friday night
twenty-six years ago, I said,
“Why wait ‘til Monday? Pour the rest
down the drain and make
that call.” Continue reading
It’s very hard to cut yourself on a moving train
without doing real damage. Continue reading
“Near the REZ.”
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Oove Orozco is a New Mexican photographer and artist working in Southwest imagery.
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