Category: tucson

  • Talking to Dogs

    Talking to Dogs

    When I was 19 years old, I bought a pit bull from two shamans on 4th Avenue in Tucson. “What’s a shaman?” I asked the women, who sat cross-legged on the corner, wearing patchwork strips of buckskins, suede, and varying leather textures, selling rare gems and puppies, as if they were in the same product line. […]

  • Fixtures

    Fixtures

    For two years, there was a homeless woman living in the alley next door to my first floor duplex. She had erected a massive fort out of plywood, tarps and shrap metal; an intricate, multiple-tiered fort with a ladder, a closet, and a bed made of blankets and garbage. The police never made her dissemble […]