Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Calligraphy and the Robin Hoods of Songxi

12th August, 2018 It’s our third day in Songxi. Last night, I never woke up until it was five in the morning. But then, I slept again for another one hour. At exactly seven, we are in one of the … Continue reading

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Alarm

There are some things that I believe will always stay with you throughout your life, certain memories that will never fade. Sure, you may not think about them every day, but they are always there in the back of your … Continue reading

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In Transit

The ground is wet. There is nowhere to sit. An emaciated dog crosses the tracks. I lean my bags on top of one another and rest my hand on them, hoping they won’t topple. Everyone is quiet. A few draw … Continue reading

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Prayer Circle

Rosaries dangle from rock overhangs in shrines along the Santa Cruz River at the Santuario. Santuario faithful come bearing pain, craving miracles. Miracles to cure the addiction to deaden the pain of poverty. Poverty of the soul, of the land, … Continue reading

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C’s Story

The Spot And that’s led me here, to the spot where it happened. It’s 87 degrees and sunny. The sun beats me continuously. It’s eight a.m. and I’m never up this early, but I didn’t sleep. I walked all night … Continue reading

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Films About Ghosts

“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.”—Adam Duritz Skin flakes fell. Blood baked on the hot asphalt. The salty, metallic stench of sweat wafted in the summer air as the zombie shambled, chasing the frazzled sheriff … Continue reading

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The Drowned One

Wetness touches my fingertips. He calls to me, my drowned lover, and I to him. He came to me once, the mer-king, took me into his palace and we lived happily, but I was a woman with an immortal soul … Continue reading

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