Zanzibar

“I could put  my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little.   Blond and tall and lean.  He rolled the window up with his other hand to keep ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot though it was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay…

Blue

“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…

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 boy…