A quick nonfiction excerpt from a project I’m working on: The dark haired boy, bare footed and tired takes the reins of the mare and throws his leg over with a kick. He’s been waiting for hours to ride. His lips widen and then he nearly lets himself giggle as the mount kicks and stridesContinue reading “father fragments”
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Voices
This morning as I was driving out to school the following lines slipped into my head: The Jefita had her own clippers and sometimes she dragged the boys into the bathroom for hairuts. They protested and squirmed out of her grip but she was firm. Damn it, boys, the Jefita said. Do you want toContinue reading “Voices”