Night Train

On the night train to Paris I looked out the window and saw a school of merpeople practicing lawn tennis. The ghost of Gertrude Stein and the ghost of Alice B. Toklas sat sipping Pinot Noir and munching on olives as the merpeople fantasized about beating Roger at Wimbledon, but the women just laughed and the … Continue reading Night Train

Memorie and the Coyote

Written with the prompts:  monster, did it wander off, but that’s why you want to be there, beautiful but scary, slower and more careful, underwater, he started to cry, a cozy place  Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, iced herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote

When Summer Lingers

In September, when summer lingers in the valley, the sky hovers low and dusky over the city. Few brave the hot pavement. Children hide in curtained bedrooms gazing at flickering screens, grown-ups sequester themselves in air-conditioned boxes apartments, offices, sedans.   No one sees Saint Francis arising from concrete statuary, the Virgin of Guadalupe stepping out … Continue reading When Summer Lingers