“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind. The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her. He motions for her…
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Entering the Caldera
The bison arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems as if all of sudden the bison are there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk. The mother and…
This Friend of Mine
I keep thinking of the voice on my answering machine. The small, tinny voice. Distant and full of echoes, as if my friend is at the bottom of a deep well, and she has a phone and calls. She calls to say she can’t make it to the wedding. I don’t remember why. She leaves a…
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