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Picking up — Speed. 210 through Pasadena Monrovia in the — Rearview. Downtown rears over the ridge. Glendale — A blur Then gone. Heading...

I took myself to Denali. It was the simplest of realizations. An epiphany in other words Through no effort but my own. I gazed upon a...

Underneath the Pepper tree Illuminated by countless twinkling crystal bulbs Streaming down in tandem with the leaves themselves....

A Literature Review From a Spatial Perspective Prepared for: GEOG697 Dr. Lily House-Peters Department of Geography California State...

Camera bag in hand, and tripod slung over my shoulder, I set out to capture waves, light trails, the city before it tucked in for the...

Endless rows - Almonds? Flowing hills dotted with dusty brush. A side of each carved sheer, facing the road. Trees, shrubs, columns of...

Rising to greater extents. Billowing, filling out voluminously. Looks like rain. Dark and mildly foreboding, Misty tendrils grasping at a...

Transit tales from SCV to LB Metrolink zipping, Subway careening, Light rail in Flux, Newhall to Union, 7th Street to Del Amo, Pending a...

Fallow fields, Waving Joshuas, Whipping wind, Voluptuous Junipers, Multi-story desert abodes, Exurban sprawl, Rare conglomerations of...

Another vote postponed, ’Til February ’23 this time. The matter remains unsettled, In Tahoe, in Los Angeles, where to next? A deadlocked...

Hanging on, To the area code, The 562, Short for Long Beach, The first home I've ever loved, It's been two years, Still unwilling to...

The sun glows and the air is still. The hills remain in their warm season dormancy. The Buckwheat is flushed a deep rusty hue. Joggers...

To be a geographer means to wander. The urban nexus, city streets and byways, Hopping on a train to who knows where, Run to catch the...

The Mountains Know I'm Leaving Framing the fringes of town. The Chugach Mountains in vast relief. Shrouded in mist on my penultimate day...

Santa Clarita is hot and dry this time of year, existing at the veritable doorstep of the Mojave desert. It is furthermore northwest of...

Midtown Anchorage - The screen door raps, The wind whispers, The leaves scuttle, The birch trees quiver, Rain patters, Plops, Showers,...

The inspiration for the style of this poem came from a book called Seward Soundboard by Sean Ulman. His abrupt, lyrical style forces the...

My stay in Anchorage, Alaska has been filled to the metaphorical brim with surprises, revelations, and observations to ponder. Perhaps...

The rain reigns over this rugged of places. It hardly ceases in establishing its presence. Not like the rain back in California, more...