(Steps) Spring Forward, (Steps) Fall Back
Just a piece of mind, I’ll find it. I’ll step back. The inclined angle, At my pace. Not yours. I will. I’m missing what I missed. When...
Cilantro
Sunlight faded. Time counted. I covered and uncovered. Frosty mornings. Sunny afternoons. Both spread away in quick wind exhales. ...
FRE(E)AK
Dad switched the channel to PBS. Another documentary, on the circus. I was uninterested in the development of the Ringling Brothers,...
What's in My Pocket?
“Adivina, adivina,” Lidia always asked me. We sat. She watched her mother’s weaving sales. I watched her giggle and suck on chile...
Traveler
I used to fly regularly. “. . .That wondrous journey fixed in my mind the idea of a wide world, full of dangers and beautiful things. ....
Capoeira or Kapara (an excerpt for Yom Kippur)
At Capoeira, students’ uniforms gleamed white, just like my lace dress for prayer. “Be aware, not afraid,” Rabbi spoke. “Our songs’...
Spiced Honey Cake
Rain. Lots of rain. Weekend rain. Too much rain. Not summer, but fall, rain. It strips the air of pollen that makes me sneeze and...
More in Less
Richard Wagamese wrote One Native Life. I am impressed with his seemingly easy acceptance of folded identity inside his humanity. He...
