Sunday Mornings

Late morning mother made me hold the rooster’s legs as she hunched over holding the wings a horizontal slash across the neck   The blood poured into a round ceramic bowl muscles twitched in death my hands struggle for life   It was a necessity for the ceremony father would perform later for grandmother sick... Continue Reading →

How I Became… A Smoker

For the record, I don’t endorse smoking. I think it’s one of the most self-destructive habits. It’s why I don’t like smoking around children, especially toddlers. I have this habit of cupping the cigarette in my hand when I walk past children. Regardless, I’ve been smoking for more than 20 years and the other day... Continue Reading →

Migrant Burden

Migraine headache ___a migrant backache ______from father to son. An American daughter-in-law _____our burden together.   Donna wears her emotions on a flushed pale face washed with ivory cream ___what she brings to the table white rice _________mother taught her to wash and steam.   Her father and brother wonder why I never finished business... Continue Reading →

Mount Corcoran

Mount Corcoran         -Albert Bierstadt, 1877  The black bear waits ____________to kiss the water's edge Under fallen trees ____________the trout nap together and the waterfall ____________hums almost unnoticed.  Just a "mountain lake" ______before the water dried: From a hidden source ______the artificial light shines on the sides of white-capped triangles.  Under the clouds, poor Al renamed... Continue Reading →

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