Looking Back to the Cusp
A whale at the side of the panga spouted through her blowhole, looked me in the eye and let...
A whale at the side of the panga spouted through her blowhole, looked me in the eye and let...
Over my shoulder, the waxing moon smiles, and a ranchera floats its notes from the radio on the fisherman’s boat....
It fits, the key in the dream. I open the cottage door, and Light pours out— Stunned, I stumble back....
That night when I was ten, I danced in summer dark outside my grandma’s gazebo. Warm air caressed my skin...