Stories
Guess I Just Don't Know
It pulls you in holding your breath, sometimes moving gently, and then in violent ruptures. It pushes you to the very brink of disaster, before letting you go.
GiddyupBuddha
“Giddyup” is motion — curiosity, momentum, the urge to keep going. “Buddha” is the pause.
Jack Kerouac’s Pants
Jack Kerouac's pants woke up, found themselves on display in a Market Street store window, tedious cotton khakis selling nostalgia of lost San Francisco and all-you-can-eat haikus Jack Kerouac's
Scrabbled
When Arif Hamid was 10 years old, he almost died. He had malaria, jaundice, and a bad viral infection — all at the same time. Arif ran a 103-104 degree fever for five days and his doctor said he
Wild Bill and the Millionair Club
On Western Avenue, between Vine and Wall Street in downtown Seattle, stands The Millionair Club. Just outside the trendy Belltown District, the Club is a privately run niche organization serving peopl
Poof! Gone.
A well-dressed Native American man with long braided hair and beads in it, wearing a beautiful Stetson hat, carrying a newspaper, walked into a BART train at West Oakland station. He took a good look