When We Are Gone
When all the lonely places no long exist When the last of creation falls to a busy corner I’ll taste the memory of you in the running of fresh water I’ll feel you call me there and I’ll whisper to …
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The stage is dimly lit. A barstool sits at center stage. Russell enters—a Native American somewhere between 20 and 30, slightly disheveled, shirt untucked, hair messed from running his hands through it. He looks haggard and agitated. Russell slouches over …
Sunday Afternoon
At the dusty flea market I finger silver baubles strung on silk cords. The twinkling glare of glassy blue beads reminds me of your eyes. I look around, expecting to find you beside me. Instead a gritty dust devil kicks …
Millie
I used to watch Millie-that was what they called her, since she wasn’t allowed to use her real name at the boarding school-through the gate of the fence that separated the girls’ playground from the boys’ side. Millie was the …
Tragic Fire
She kept coming to see me at the hospital. Her hair was about shoulder length. She had eyes that would just shine as the light reflected off them and a beautiful smile with two dimples that stood out as she …
These Things and More
it’s like living in a house where you can’t see the sun set it’s like losing your toe because you’re diabetic and didn’t want to listen to the doc about your diet it’s like herding twelve sheep you never named …
It’s All Good
A ray of the sun peeks over the mountain A cold trickle of water slides down to the nearby stream Furry animals come out of their hiding places Gusts of smoke as you exhale the evening air Billowing dust clouds …
She is a Daughter
She is a daughter She is a mother She is a sister She is a grandmother Her young ample body walking in the snow feet bleeding face numbing Ghosts on horses telling her to move along She falls She takes …