Entering the Caldera

The buffaloes 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 buffaloes 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…