The View From Nathan's Bus

A globular form is running across the street, waddling in between the lanes rather more dexterously than I might expect. He's anxious to hop...

Sometimes the words will just slip out of my mouth. Is it the collective buzzing hum of energy, speaking through me? "Thanks, everyone," I...

Tenth Ave at Miller, slowing toward the curb on a gentle downhill. I haven't seen that face in a while. "Kuuuurrtt!" "Heeey!!" He looks as much like...

  I pause at inbound Henderson, waiting for an indecisive runner. Why am I irritated? What is this rushing stress which bubbles inside of me...

  Photo by Victoria Holt. I think "journal" is the accepted unisex term which allows the menfolk to save face while writing what is basically a...

You may have seen the ad I'm in about working for Metro. I'm linking it only because I thought you might find it of interest....

  It's an overwhelming whirlwind, bus driving. In thirty seconds you'll have someone who loves you, someone who hates you, and somebody who wants to...

  "You know what it smelled like, it smelled like those stink bombs kids use. It smelled like that." I said, "those are terrible!" Sometimes the conversations...