December 2018
In this issue
Contents
The Saga of an Unusual Friendship
We sit at the open courtyard, around a small, round table in bamboo chairs gazing out at the passing heads. The garden would gift us..
A Long Time Burning
I thought about torching the place; finally, just burning the house, the barn, and the field to the ground. I longed to hear the wooden..
Narcos
NPerhaps the blue ones would take her swimming in the cobalt waters, diving into the deep, deep ocean of oblivion, breathing water and narcotics instead..
A Nilgai Deer in the City of Delhi
Between the high walland the roadwith six lines of trafficon a scrap of dried out soil under a dried up treea deer standsin the very..
Coming to grips with the sound of water
I should live in Tucson or somewhere parched, with no water of its own, anyplace that can only provide me a few critical drops a..
The Dormouse and The Wig
“These are strange and uncertain times,”said the dormouse to the drag queen’s fallen wig.The stock market was acting up again and overflowing its banksThe lords rode the..
Some People Sleep a Lot Before They Die
I’m looking at yougoing to look at flowersseated across in t r a i n s as the fields swim past usthe horses in their..
Where We Meet
In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with..