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A Babe in the Woods: 2

“No one knew where Liana came from, or why she was left in a nest of twigs with her two fists trembling in the air, outraged that she’d been left

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The First Flying Woman: 1

Basuma’s arms were covered with brown freckles that made her look like a ripe banana. Her hair was as white as chalk on a blackboard. She lived in our downstairs apartment

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Endangered Species

It started with an argument about pockets. I sat on a bench overlooking the estuary, a place where dense black mud would adhere to your shoe for days, that is,

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Ode to Leona Canyon

I leave my apartment and cross the street where wild turkeys flaunt a purplish-black sheen, in a canyon where coyotes can tease off-leash dogs to their oblivion—former habitat of the Jalquin/Irquin tribe, members

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A Boy Named Frankie

He scared me      that mole     in the middle of his forehead a large puddle I didn’t want to fall into    He stared from across our kindergarten desks     anytimehe turned away from the blackboard

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Red Tongue

The night you tore up rose bushesfrom the front yard of my rental cottage,an ambulance came and took you to Highland Hospital’spsych ward where I watched a cigarette burn betweenyour

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