You found me that first night in the bar across the plaza from Teatro Juárez. You talked. I drank wine, watched the fútbol and the…
A frog was on the wall, or somewhere. The frog was somewhere and I saw it and it was yellow. I said “Are you poisonous?”…
The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening. Slumped on the workbench against some lumber scraps,…
I need a coffee. I ask one of the airport representatives or guest relations managers or customer care specialists or what-have-you where the nearest place…
Blackbirds and moths formed the front yard. The trees uprooted, clogged with ropes of smoke. Mother was out there somewhere. We’d been waiting for forever….
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