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  1.   A splinter drifts through a soot-slathered sun ray, its light: blue in orange or that orange glowing.   Beside the fence’s sunlit face, wrapped in a calico quilt, my head tilts and I see pressed into tire tread a snow-nibbled leaf.   Nine years afloat, the sky, dressed as water, neighs at…

The Gift

You can tell whether a bird has a mate if there are pinfeathers on its head, new feathers that start out as stubs full of blood then enshroud themselves in a white scaly coat as they grow. Preening releases the feather, but a bird can’t reach the top of its own head. A mate, a…

Some of You

Some of you walked as though you were walking on coals of fire. Some of you as though in the field of arboles you remembered from when you were younger, when your fathers taught you how to pull the chilis from the stem, though there were no stems and you were on lookout for other…

Hello

I, a deaf man, thank hearing aids for not working, How many insults I did not hear!   in full mystery of personhood I toe, naked,                     talking to you, God, since I am afraid to find myself alone.   I now have 24 hours 00 seconds before two men shove my cooling body into an…

Big Sister

Tongues started wagging after Nazan Abla, our next-door neighbor’s daughter, was hospitalized for a week. I heard her mother tell my mother through the kitchen window that she had a bleeding ulcer. But the real gossip started after her hospital stay. In the year that followed, she broke up with her fiancé, took a job…

Doing Good and Making Trouble: A Look at Helen Hunt Jackson

Every spring since 1923, thousands of playgoers have attended an open-air performance known as the Ramona Pageant in the San Jacinto foothills near Hemet, California. Mexican music echoes throughout the natural amphitheater as Native Americans dance and chant, the US cavalry charges in, and Franciscan priests pray for them all. Nearly 400 costumed volunteers enact…

A Private River

Excerpt from Fellowship Point   Dick thought he’d drive to the prison himself. His wife, Polly, couldn’t do it. Doctor’s orders. She wasn’t to drive until the cast came off. Annoying. Exasperating! He had to wait until he could slip away. If she caught him, she’d keep him from going. In the meantime, he watched…

Julia’s Stepchild

When Julia fell down the basement stairs of Emmaus House and bruised her hip so badly she couldn’t stand, I should have made her congee to help her recover. The dish is easy enough to cook, only slightly more demanding than toast. It falls in the family of comfort-mush including oatmeal, polenta, farina, and grits….

Color Therapy

What do you see when you see red? My mind free-associates: the red-light district. Little Red Corvette. Chanel number 99. Van Gogh said that orange is the color of insanity. In The Scarlet Letter, red is the mark of adultery. And then there was the time I was gossiping in the upscale NYC hair salon…