Maricopa is a very weird word. It’s awkward to say and it’s awkward to live here. Never before has there been such a place so committed to the mysticism of dust, dirt, and the tyranny of an ever-glowing sun — it’s...

The brownish spiders built their cities of web on the leaves. A soft Babylon left unnoticed by everyone while the eight-eyed architects start calling to their children. They dim the lights and lay in the many arms of their mother,...