Interview On JottifyI used to write on a site called Jottify and was interviewed by one of the moderators, Terri L. Smith.Oct 16, 2020Oct 16, 2020
Painting CyclesI am a creature of warmth and water and ever since I can remember, I have been browned by the sun during the summer months, and bathed by…Sep 9, 2020Sep 9, 2020
The Habits of Astral FirefliesThe stars have always intrigued me. As a child, I would prop up my father’s old beach chair on our front lawn in the early evening, a bag…Sep 9, 2020Sep 9, 2020
TRIAGEMarco snuffed out his cigarette; he had given them up, at least he thought he had — eight months ago, no, to be more accurate, he had…Sep 6, 2020Sep 6, 2020
The Useless Fig TreeThe fig tree had stood in the orchard for a long time. When he was just a little sapling, he could not wait to grow as tall as the other…Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Remembering CarlaWe went to the same school for eleven years; we were always in the same grade level and for at least two of those levels, we were in the…Sep 3, 20201Sep 3, 20201
The House of My MemoryI learned today that the small house where my brothers and I spent our early years was finally torn down. I suppose it was about time — it…Sep 3, 2020Sep 3, 2020
Dirty Ice Cream and Other Sweet MemoriesI can still see him, Manong Lucio, the ice cream vendor who was only allowed to enter the school grounds twice each day, 11 in the morning…Sep 3, 2020Sep 3, 2020
