Some believe the desert is silent. They picture a vast mute nothing, hot enough to grill a steak on your vehicle’s hood and dry enough to chap your soul. They think of scorched plains, scrubby plants ...

Some believe the desert is silent ... They’ve traveled from the Mojave River sink, carried here by gusts that whip off the Soda Dry Lake bed. Over centuries, they’ve piled into these vast ...

For centuries, hundreds of millions of people have relied on desert ... river and palm plantations spreading out to the south. But today the concrete bridge built to span the water rises over a ...

Her poetry — like many O’odham songs, stories and prayers — focuses on the aesthetics of the Sonoran desert. It talks of the O’odham, rain, dry river beds, cactus, mountains. Her lifelong ...