On Full Moons & Mornings
Guatemala, North AmericaThe drums pounded late into the night. I sat on the porch in the deep darkness feeling the heat of […]
The drums pounded late into the night. I sat on the porch in the deep darkness feeling the heat of […]
From the moment I stepped off of the boat, I’ve been looking for her. On every walk through the village […]
“No where else in the world can you see this, ladies and gentlemen! Only here, in Sumpango, Sacatapequez, can you […]
It is morning and the house is quiet. Steam, rising from my teacup, uncurls and stretches white fingers between the […]
I’ve been on a lot of flights. I used to travel for my work, so have seen better than the […]
It is an unsettling thing to be declared dead. She peered at me over the rim of her metallic turquoise […]
I wish I knew what those birds are… the ones signing in the palm tree beneath the balcony that sound […]
Can I make a confession? It’s hard for me to write in the mid-west. There are several reasons for this, […]
In the American west I remember how big the world is. How insignificant I am on her skin. What a […]
Our little apartment is not in a great part of town. We’re upstairs from a hispanic daycare that seems to […]