Merida

Merida

The ashram stood in the distance, nestled among grey-green pines on the far mountain slope. Above the temple’s beaten dome loomed a spire capped by a golden Buddha the size of a weathervane. It stared across the vast distance, looking down on the black muscle car...
Baker-Miller Pink

Baker-Miller Pink

The keychains of the two goons clanked as they led him down the cinderblock corridor, a steady drone that gave Regis something to count and keep his concentration on until he made it back to the room. +++++He liked silence, or rather the sounds of everything except...
World Peace

World Peace

The World Peace Yoga Center was dark, the raffia-palm shades drawn, shielding the women from the bright light of the sun. +++++The women began rolling up their mats, adjusting their multicolored joggers or leggings as they stood, tugging at errant sweat-stained straps...