In the Egret’s Beak
In the egret’s beak the fish wriggles its final moments. When she tosses it back and her throat pulses, I...
Her Face a Treasure
Conchita’s face fills my doorway like a dream I know. A teacher mother come again. The day before Navidad, we...
Playground Portal
Blossoms of cosmos, pink and coral, seem to lift the playground from its deserted field. Delicate petals wave on a...
Turquoise Eyes
Cenotes (“say-know’-tays”) are surface connections to subterranean rivers, deep natural sinkholes formed by the collapse of surface limestone, that expose...
