Bearded viejo loco shuffling along dusty streets between crumbling adobes like Harry Dean Stanton in a sweaty straw hat adrift in some West Texas town. Feral cats and mangy dogs nipping at my jeans. Bellying up to the bar in a territorial era tavern for a cold mug of beer a respite from the heat … [read more]
Ghosts
My dear friend, Robin Enright Salcido is a fine photographer, writer and artist. Robin kindly let me use this image she just made, and I added a caption for her. Of the image, she said, “This is one of my favorites because I realized how we are all passing like ghosts through places.” Indeed. … [read more]
Things I found along the way
Things I Found Along The Way Ango -Fall 2018 A dream Olympic Peninsula in a dream… wandering an empty beach searching for open windows and unlocked doors longing to come inside. She Fear and doubt waxed, right up to last night’s full moon then she waned gibbous, letting me go. At four this … [read more]
Morning writer
My editor always sleeps late. If I rise early enough I can tell myself the truth a few hours alone in the dark before he stirs. 14:XII:18
Biscuits and Gravy
My first attempt at Edna Lewis’s biscuit recipe. Biscuits and Gravy -Geoff O’Keeffe The premise of this review is that I regard biscuits and gravy as an indicator dish for the overall quality of a good American breakfast joint, much like the role chiles rellenos plays on a Mexican menu, or Quiche Lorraine in a … [read more]
A Sunny Day In October
Today, I am Jewish. I am the darkest black, shining like ebony. I am an immigrant from Slovenia. I am every woman. I am Mexican-American. I am a Rohingya refugee, pursued by Burmese Buddhists I am a Honduran mother with three children, fleeing political violence and my husband’s family. I am Nancy Pelosi. I am … [read more]