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PRESS FOR AMERICAN CANYON:
The lake is sped over by large dragonflies, still and reflecting their humming bodies, the mud moving slightly in the shallow pools. Circled by pollen, we swim to the tree lightning has left standing in the shape of a hand. Beneath us, an old forest is waiting for drought after having been buried under years of snow.
- American Canyon
In Rishikesh, the sky is split with its own light. From the ghat, our flames drift down the river at dusk. The sadhus’ robes cover the steps in orange, and they sing and clap their hands in unison. Their robes were once white. All around them is the smoke of their pyre.
- American Canyon
Yesterday, I watched the boats in the ocean from the roof of the hotel. Their sails lined the horizon in red, white, and blue. Their wood slid past the water around them gently. The wind blew until they vanished. Closer, by the beach blackened by sewage, a man searched for empty water bottles and dogs barked. Behind them, the fishing boats twirled in circles held by chains that wouldn’t let them go.
- American Canyon
History is unearthed in Southampton, California. Vents of methane gas jet out of cracks in the dirt beneath the tract homes that stretch from the straits up past our house to Lake Herman. Along Rose Drive, the air clings to swing sets like the spindly whites of old eggs. The earth opens up and swallows entire backyards. Foundations we never had cause to question are now cleaved and splintered.
- American Canyon
For a decade, the India I knew never changed. Under the balance in the cabinet of his shop, Jayjayya still kept three silver coins from the turn of the century for luck. When he looked out into the street, my India was there to greet him.
The balcony at the top of the stairs is no longer there. The floor has fallen off into the air above the road. A few metal rods, once held in concrete, dangle where a wall used to be. Across the street, the neighbor is staring out of what once was the front of his house. All our balconies have disappeared, leaving us open to the road below.
- American Canyon