Un Día Mas
Un día mas, I say to my neighbor, Iréne. She stands outside her tienda, sweeping the sidewalk in the predawn...
Un día mas, I say to my neighbor, Iréne. She stands outside her tienda, sweeping the sidewalk in the predawn...
The first day at the new house, while I watered plants on the patio, a playful wind grabbed the door...
I was standing at the kitchen counter when the house heaved like a ship on high waves. One second to...
Over and over, every instance, once. That’s the whole story. Never twice. Stepping in the same river. And everything else....