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Poetics of Place #1: Pahrump, Nevada

I drive slowly on the shoulder of HWY 160, thirty miles west of Las Vegas, outside of Pahrump, Nevada, looking for the land which will become the western edge of the Rough…

The Wildest Things

Every summer we burn. I’m ten, and the large wide ditch outside our house in the country is thick with hot-pink fireweed, swaying fronds of sweetgrass with their seedy feathered heads, pointed…