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Headquartered on an ancient futon, I spin, unanchored. In corners high above me, cobwebs thicken. The wheat-colored carpet darkens, in places, with stains. Drip by drip. Pain builds. I cling to the view      from my periscope as...

I’d always wondered how I would feel if something happened to him. Would some buried love explode to the surface, past all the pain and anger, the fear? Or would I feel only emptiness, as for a stranger, which he is? When I read...

You must not remain here, where you’ve piled strata of memory higher and higher still. Where dust chloroforms the breathable air and stands in its place. Where boxes form labyrinths smoothed down by your shoulders over a...

In Senegal, the polite expression for saying someone died is to say his or her library burned, Susan Orlean. It started in the vast periodicals of their memories, which were divided by their acquisition in time, though the finer...

Who were last month our neighbors, our friends, the man who returned the extra onion we sold him by mistake. We are not made of lead, but run slower than their bullets. Our children, depending on their fright, run either fastest...

On a cold rainy afternoon gazing out the window stuck inside, nowhere to go laundry to fold, ironing not getting done lost in my thoughts, sipping herbal tea musing about my life it’s that kind of day sometimes I wonder if I had...

Colorful skirts swirl lyric, while castanet heels maintain meter. Spanish floats the air, and Spanglish, even English speakers roll their Rs. Strolling El Mercado among gigantic roses blooming red, pink, peach, and gold – mind...

Noon to moon the desert bakes: time-greyed tumbleweeds roll like Eastwood’s spaghetti westerns. Three hundred sixty degrees of sky stretch thunderously empty. Roads, where they exist, dance with wind-swirled dust, and boulders...

I find their empty shells, paired rough wings half buried in sand. Fallen angels. Dirty grey caskets lined with opalescent satin sheen. Youngsters are spat, past tense of spit; a rude name for this ingenious creature extracting...

My husband drives fourteen hours to explore this Mission, oldest in Texas,           enduring two centuries: repaired, relocated, even replaced –           victim of Rio Grande floods. Next door, at the Tiwa Cultural Center He...