Not too far from the Salton Sea is Brawley, a small city in the desert I’ve had the pleasure of spending some time in recently. Pictured here is an iPhone snap of a boarded-up window I spotted there that, given its lovely shapes, lines, angles, curves, and textures, strikes me now as a sort of found collage. 44 more words
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Memories come like flashes of lightning on the cerebral membrane. I believe this is what they call a ‘flashback’. All this talk about secrets has brought about this one, a tint of blue, a tinge of sacrifice; the life of a young seductress bares the weight of a dove caught in a hurricane. 187 more words
An uncomfortable room, thunderstorms and noisy air conditioner all accounted for a restless night without some good quality sleep. There were still some remnants of storm clouds when I looked out at first light and that inspired my dash to Seeley this morning, not wanting to stay another minute in Ocotillo. 432 more words
Ron Shipley had never seen a 59-yard field goal in a high school football game, and he wishes he hadn’t seen one Friday night.
“I knew with this wind behind him, I knew he had a big leg,” Shipley said moments after Brawley’s David Quintero squeezed in a field goal from a foot short of 60 yards at the buzzer to give the Wildcats a 24-21 win over a stunned Shadow Hills Knights team in Indio. 691 more words
Of my great, great grandparents, James Brawley and Sarah McLaughlin’s ten children, James lived the longest. What must that be like to see eight siblings go before you? 661 more words