Gorman, CA On the way to the wedding in Los Angeles, they ran out of gas. They were a couple, a man and a woman. The woman was … [READ MORE]

The Sun and the Pacific, Flowers

In the afternoon, I was usually lying in the hammock reading Don Quixote while avocados fell on the roof and the grapefruit tree blew its scent around the yard. Bougainvillea and jasmine grew on all … [READ MORE]

Lesser Missiles We smelled smoke and, out the window, embers rose in the night. We got out of bed and pulled the red alarm box in the … [READ MORE]

Your Father All of this is occasioned by a telephone call from my dad: I sit down on the couch, flip on the tube, and descend … [READ MORE]

The Mother’s Portion The gravedigger was a woman. Tall, broad-shouldered, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. Or from shame. She … [READ MORE]

To God Belongs What He Has Taken Marie buys her morning coffee at the convenience store on the corner of her block. One of the men who works … [READ MORE]

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