Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

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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Family Knots

As in ties that bind, nests that cradle, nets that trap, connections we weave, places to untangle. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are approaching fast – those holidays made up to remind us of obligations and sell us things to … Continue reading

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On Our Own and With Each Other

On sick communities and Jen Brea’s Unrest I can’t walk, but I can putter. Around the house. Once in a while around the grocery store. But if I over-putter. Or stand too long. Or talk too long. Or play guitar … Continue reading

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