Report #1 From The Mexico Station

I’ve been writing this in my mind all morning.  Sheets of white paper with wings.  Of course, those sentiments, those clever words, are gone now.  I sit unhappy, stirring my mind like cabbage in a pot.  I hate topics.  My writing has always been about hidden topics, waiting to come out of a hole when […]

The Ice Age

The phone rings like a scream in a dark hall and I answer.  I am barely there, but the voice on the other end is crying.  She tells me she is naked on the floor, that she is bleeding and the blood is everywhere.  She’s drinking and cut herself. Everything is just as we imagined.  […]

I Will Be Home

I once went out a few times with the great-granddaughter of General Maximiliano Hernández Martínez, the ex-President of El Salvador.  She told me stories about how crazy he was, unless, of course, you were crazy, and then he was perfectly sane.  She stared at me and asked, “So, are you crazy?” One day General Martínez […]

Poem for the End of the World

I was walking my dogs, Missa Him and Matilda … contemplating the little things that define us, all those beginnings and ends Missa Him’s eyes were questions and Matilda flew since she weighed the same as baby’s breath and gravity was unable to deal with her properly My tribe came upon two guys sitting in […]