Song for the Barrio Swan
Marisol goes dancing on Fridays. She leaves at dusk, smelling of kiwi and tree branches, walking much taller in her…
One Minute Thirty-Five Seconds
She wakes to a white-bellied blur, a frantic smudge of a bird looping the motel room. It jerks sideways like…
Marked
The guide led the small group of tourists through the grand foyer of the Powell Hall plantation house. Madison shambled…
All and Sundry
Do not let your children stand in the shopping cart. Do not let them ride in the bottom of the…
Sweetie Come Brush Me
1. I jump on my bicycle and keep my head straight when I see the girls a grade ahead of…
The Ox and the Magpies
The yellow, lazy heat trickles onto the rice patties still humid with promise. It soaks into the straw hat of…
Or the Highway
You can see the backdrop of my loneliness from the interstate. Today it’s an advertisement for the World’s Largest Truckstop,…
Lines Left
My dad mowed the lawn every Saturday morning—weather permitting—for seventy-two years. Vacations were scheduled around it, plans turned down, brunches…
Pulse
We walk cautiously along the trail in leaden morning light, here for the spawning salmon and for a change. That’s…
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