Rhythm precedes it all. The solemn purl of water heading home. The thrum rattle of thunder cascading down the manifest plain. A liminal narr...
In that late lovely hour of full lissome light a small boy stands with his brother in the penumbral shade of a cherry tree, looking up. Toge...
(in this section, Luis the student/journalist is in bed with Maria Rosa the city coroner. He is talking about his relationship with his fath...
She parks - he does not drive - and they merge into the flow of people, minnows into a school. The gibbous stadium lights burn against the s...
We are bombing Libya. On the path ahead, two robins are dancing with each other, coquettishly, and now, dancing with me, too. Further ahead,...
