No. 1 · Esther
Common Sounds
The world rubs up against itself here, on the rolling hills of the out-of-the-way, and yet the horses are belled, and every bow of the head…
No. 1 · EstherThe Santa Fe Trail
The galleries have opened like jaws to welcome the scurrying and terrified tourists of the June day, who would leave the sun-blindness outside, the dry air,…
No. 1 · EstherThe Place
where I was raised does not exist anymore, or it has changed through rough weather, through earthquakes and violent sandstorms, to be what it always was,…