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Stones
The word for pebble in Hebrew is tz’zor. It is also the word for bond. In Jewish tradition it is customary to leave a pebble or stone atop a grave to show that you were there, that you remembered. The custom ties back to sitting shiva, the seven day mourning period associated with Jewish funerals.…
Ghost Buildings
I’m in Millvale. I had delicately parked next to one of a scant handful of meters, but as I circle around, fumbling for change, I discover two empty metal husks. The ex-meters grin vacantly at me like the desiccated shell of a desert toad. Somebody had slapped a sticker over where its mouth should be.…
The Club
It’s my sixth day of travel and I’m limping around the outside of the Concordia Club. It’s August. It’s eighty-nine degrees. I’m sweating profusely. The humidity has caused my hair to puff out of my ponytail creating a frizzy halo around my head resembling a baby orangutan. There’s a cream cheese stain on my t-shirt…
Porter McDonald 