The View From Nathan's Bus

Oh my goodness, I thought. It's him, it really is him. How many years ago was that? This I wrote in 2012: "I'm gonna be a...

Tran's telling me an anecdote from earlier in the day. Have I told you about him? Tran's the scruffy Vietnamese guy who knows all...

"Hey guys," I called out. This was a trio of folks about my age, milling about the Men's Shelter a bit after ten PM. In...

"How's life," he asked. I appreciated the phrasing, which felt more genuine than other versions of the same query. It set a specific tone:...

For the sake of illustration, this is a monologue I wrote years ago. It was included as part of a piece in my 2013 solo...

I stood by the farebox, toggling the switches as the wheelchair ramp slowly came to life. It took an extra second. To the folks...

His name is the same name he gives me every time: Nefarious Peripheral, No Tunnel Vision. When he first saw me, years ago, he...

Don't tell me these guys aren't packing. We're pulling in to the zone at Rainier and Othello northbound, where folks are still roaming about in...