History’s Eye is Bloodshot
This morning it’s quiet—no leaf blowers or Waste Management trucks. My family worries about my hearing going in and out like the tides. I am the moon. The only sound
This morning it’s quiet—no leaf blowers or Waste Management trucks. My family worries about my hearing going in and out like the tides. I am the moon. The only sound
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From Malls and Museums is ready for purchase. Anyone who can tell me how many times I use the word “the” in the collection wins a free vacation to to
Taking a walk on Sundayhelloing to people who nod back.Almost like I’m inside a George Seurat painting, everything measured in careful dots.But this is the San Leandro Marina,and not the
I light the candle from my daughter, a fish swimming with fins fluttering as though light were a current. Her father he used to make his own candlespoured scented layers into orange juice
I called her the Lexus Lady; she’d moved in next door. with her two girls and a young boy. I understood that dad worked at a restaurant in Sacramento and