Kill Bill Comes Home

Army Dog Handler and 'Vaske,' by Cpl Lynny Cash, CC BY 2.0This is what Kill Bill carried in his saddle pack. For his four-mile round trip, five days a week, twice a day: four-pound bags of cat food to a feral cat colony in dire need of food and water. Under a hot June sun, he carried his own water. His saddlebag also stored a can of Alpo, even a can opener. He worked harder than he needed to, the way you do when you want to forget… Continue reading

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The Uncertain Surgeon

CC BY 4.0 , via Wikimedia CommonsThe worst aspect of your uncertain nature is surgery itself. You remove then replace the same organs. You sew someone up, open them again. You think you left something inside, like a scalpel, which you never do, but you have to make sure. Your last surgery, you removed and reattached the same kidney five times…
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Spirit Waters

Scrub Oak 1, by Charles Hutchins, CC BY 2.0Gaze at the surface of the sulfurous pools – the dashing and darting of watery sprites – strands of currents lifting suddenly off the surface of the water – floating off into misty strands – softening to fog – billowing… Continue reading

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Picking Pomegranates

At dusk
I slip over the stone wall
to the orchard of Doña Ester.
I want her pomegranates… Continue reading

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