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Pancha Loca

Pancha Robinson was doing dishes at her mother’s sink and watching her husband Rick, who was out in the backyard with the children. Gloria, Pancha’s sister, was sitting at the kitchen table fiddling with a…

Luke’s Train Ride

Luke had a dream. When I first married his daughter Marie, she warned me that he believed dreams were a form of personal revelation. But it was not until the summer of 1952 that I…

Ovum

The egg insists on its own reality, 
So I go along, easy, not one 
To counter what I don’t know. 

There’s No Place Like Home

It had been the perfect day. We had learned how to write cursive L’s and mine were the best, so Miss Handy hung my paper on the board for the rest of the class to…

The Good Life

Why do I strain for a freedom found outside,
Where worlds in time and space lie wide and full?
My room is closed and airless while the tide
Slaps up the pier and churns me in its pull.
And yet old times of weary venturing pall.