Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Category: Prose Arcana
Write about saying goodbye
Posted on February 9, 2017 in Prose Arcana Relationships Writing/Darkness
I thought there was something special, something divinely sanctioned because we met in the Sistine Chapel.
Where the road leads
Posted on February 6, 2017 in Prose Arcana Travel Writing/Darkness
I love arriving, but I love going, too.
In a desert I feel…
Posted on December 5, 2016 in Prose Arcana Travels - So Cal Writing Exercises
free.
Write About Waking Up
Posted on December 4, 2016 in Prose Arcana Routine Writing Exercises
The morning has been at the eastern face of the building for several hours.
Crazy Uncle
Posted on November 25, 2016 in Bipolar Disorder Festivals Prose Arcana Stigma
You are the strange uncle suspected of dementia before your time
An Unmarked Box
Posted on November 21, 2016 in Household Prose Arcana Writing Exercises
Mysteries arrive in the mail every few weeks
Razor Blade
Posted on October 24, 2016 in Encounters Prose Arcana Suicide
Someone slipped into my truck and left a razor blade on the passenger seat.
Floating like a Butterfly, Stinging like a Bee
Posted on June 5, 2016 in Prose Arcana Silicon Valley
I think he expected me to go all Sonny Liston on him
Edison Trail
Posted on October 19, 2013 in Encounters Hiking Mountain Lions Prose Arcana Recent Uncertainty
Death showed me one of its faces here, where the dust holds a track until the next strong wind. The sun did not warm me on that day. The cold chewed on my hands and dusk shoved the light aside to make way for the darkness. A clump of toyon bushes stood at the high point of the hike. I stopped at the sound of their branches cracking as a mountain lion hefted itself out of the shrubs and landed on the dirt road in front of me. We two stared at each other for an endless second before the cougar bounded away, his paws pounding the ground as he fled. I did not follow. Now when I go there, I look to the source of every rustle of the leaves, every shake of the branches, every whisper of the grass. This is uncertain country.
Note: Two months later, this same cougar slew one biker and mauled another. The incident made the national news.
Hot Day
Posted on October 17, 2013 in Hiking Prose Arcana Weather
When my footsteps came too fast I felt a burning in my lungs like I had swallowed a mouthful of chlorinated pool water. I stopped and let my body find the breath and heartbeat that restored its calm, then start more slowly, my eyes on the diminutive, grass-crowned peak that was my object. The sun warmed my torso and shoulders: a hat kept it off my head. Later I felt the reddened skin burnt by the penetrating afternoon light. It, too, burned, but only when I stroked it.
Herd
Posted on October 14, 2013 in Creatures Hiking Neighborhood Prose Arcana
Seven mule deer gathered near the dead end of the trail.
