Honu

Honu

Honu Smearing warm spit on my dive mask, almost over the fact this is gross—at least it’s my spit. The guy at the dive shop says saliva is the best at keeping the glass fog-free. (easily accessed, abundantly available, he says) The mouth piece of the snorkel...
Pedro is from Mexico

Pedro is from Mexico

Pedro entered the room snarling. He always entered the room snarling. In fact he snarled all the time. Gramps told me Pedro was from Mexico. I never did understand him, always barking something or other in Spanish. The only time he was quiet was when he sat on the...
My life story – part one

My life story – part one

The photos I sent were shot by amateurs.  What was I to do?  I had no money, fought daily with siblings for table scraps, buried in 3 generations deep of very close relatives–who knows how wide?  Every time I turned around, bumped into relatives.   Truth is, I...
Rough, or “Ruff”

Rough, or “Ruff”

“Rough” I hear this morning, face down in my latex pillow, ebbing and flowing in a sea of peculiar late sleeping dreams.  Mostly ebbing. “Ruff” I hear again.   Ah, Rigby the Gordon beckons assistance with a single staccato bark.  ...
Misty, The Marvelous Cat

Misty, The Marvelous Cat

He was the boss; the animals knew it. The cow never kicked over the pail when he milked; horses never kicked the barn door when he held the halter as he walked the big mare back to her stall; and, even my mother came when he called, as did the other barn cats. Like I...
A Stadium of Geese

A Stadium of Geese

Walking to get my hair cut, a small flock of geese flies a close vee overhead about telephone pole height, honking to me and each other. Did you know a big flock of geese sounds like a stadium full of cheering people; and, a stadium of full cheering people sounds like...
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