The earth was cracked and troubled in Washington, D.C. If only you’d been listening, you would have decoded the garbled whisperings of Auntie Kay’s rapid decline, a sampaguita wilting, just like your bleeding hearts in summer, hot as morning mouth. Instead, you...
5 Months, 10 Years, 2 Hours By Lisa Reisman Outpost19, 2015 ISBN: 978-1-937402-70-9 $16.00 (Paperback) Reviewed by Melanie J. Cordova In Lisa Reisman’s 5 Months, 10 Years, 2 Hours, time is of the essence. This trim memoir follows our narrator Lisa as she goes...
1 I had done my second girlfriend wrong. I was still doing her wrong as I sat in the bedroom waiting and wondering whether she would hear my page over the blare of airport announcements, the shouts of friends spotting friends and family greeting family. But why did it...
A Sense of Place: Echo Park, Dinosaur National Monument, Colorado …round apples glowing red in the orchard and the rustle of the leaves make me pause to think how many other than human forces affect us… I respond – how? Virginia Woolf – “A Sketch of the Past”...
My affair with Ivy Hall, the physical affair, started on a shaky note. I had set out to meet her for the first time, after hundreds of emailed correspondence. It was half-past eleven in the morning, and I was sitting inside a moving train, looking outside the window,...
Our business in Gallup was concluded. It had been a great working trip this time. Lots of new contacts and lots of amazing new work. We had shed most of our feeling of being strangers, finally. “You wanna go to a Yeii’bi’Chai, tonight?” Maureen wore a blinding grin....
