Category: Nonfiction

“Yo no soy de aquí,” sings Uruguayan singer-songwriter, Jorge Drexer, “pero tú tampoco.” I am not from here, but neither are you. Today, I stand watch on the corner, protected by my white, US-American…

I received the email that Linda promised for Mary’s Peak, her monthly poetry group, when we met at the local group in Salem.

“Do you actually remember the name of your second grade teacher?” asked my sister, Peggy.

Since moving to Belize, I have adopted (or tried to) two starving stray dogs. Only one of them is still with me.

Alone in a canoe, deep in the boreal forest, we are floating on the calm of summer. I am on a quest to spot a moose, a long-time dream for a lover like me.

I listen to the rain and the ‘ping, ping, ping’ of water dripping on something metallic outside as I sit in my quiet room…