Travis Truax earned his bachelor’s degree in English from Southeastern Oklahoma State
University in 2010. After college he spent several years working in various national parks out west, including Zion, Olympic, and Yellowstone. His writing has appeared or is
forthcoming in Salamander, Raleigh Review, and The Pinch. He lives in Bozeman,
Montana.
I believe in the distance a wild snail travels, its miraculous and sticky yardage. I believe in the bison calf battling the wide and rowdy river, his mother banked on the otherside, patient with her demands, the wolves along the woodline, waiting, waiting. I believe in flashfloods and slot canyons, assorted birds—the ugly-as-sin type, gathered beside a pond in a… Read more →
Nearby a river almost ended and the ocean wasn’t far —J. Portuondo Saying out loud that pretty, polysyllabic noun, Tallahassee, a world I slept through once comes ringing back to life. The carking song of a mockingbird comes rolling boulders over old doubts and dreams, through a damp and swampy inscape. Not once but twice I blamed that town for… Read more →
and watched a dozen men drive the first fairway, never far but always straight, always simple. Around their slow and level swings, heat bloomed through leaning palm fronds. Inside—behind the big wide glass was something I never thought I’d be: content in the cave of someone else’s dream—alone with three whiskeys down, deep in the AC’s hum, imagining a caddy… Read more →