Backflipping At Dusk

It was just the four of us, some island in the Andaman Sea I forget the name of. Britt and her sister, my brother and I and the sun hovering golden red like a harvest moon out at the horizon, just above the water. The air was warm with a light breeze, like the memory of a childhood summer, the kind that’s remembered only in bits and pieces, retained as a feeling more than an event. The ocean was warm too, the sand chalky beneath our heels four feet down. Others were in the water, people we didn’t know, playing in the gentle waves and laughing. Their voices seemed...

Depravity & Dementia At Debate Fest...

It was a hot day, rumored to be 81 degrees, when the University of Denver opened its campus to the masses for Debate Fest 2012, the celebration of all things political at the lead up to the first presidential debate. Impassioned citizens, with megaphones and posters full of sound bite slogans and bumper-sticker statements that pass as wisdom in “low information America,” were out in force. The madness began at the corner of Evans Avenue and High Street. Two young Republican girls in blue-starred mini skirts sat in the grass on lounge chairs and waved signs,...