Monthly Archives: August 2019

I watch him, tattered stonewash jeans, white threadbare tanktop. His mop of white hair the same since the day I was born. He is so tan, my mom calls him a Native American. I believed her for a season. One … Continue reading →

They say good fences make good neighbors. But I’ve fallen out of love, I unlove, our fence. The fortress on South Van Ness. Once an old rickety white picket fence, she shuddered when slammed. The winter rains would come, swelling … Continue reading →

Rats, rats moved in and chewed up our new car engine. Then a flat tire. Then a tire sensor broken. Then a busted, vandalized tail light. Then a cracked windshield. And that was just the car problems. Distracted on the … Continue reading →

Red, pinks, chums, springs. They are all congregating, with clarity in their mission to take their last breaths at the head of the watershed, up kilometers of jagged rocks punctuated by gentle sloping sandy beds, with smooth worn pebbles. Past … Continue reading →