Juanito’s radio plays deep southern blues as he and Noe attach a trellis to my new wall on a broiling afternoon   moving nearer to me, I...

I write poetry and watch television from our fading green sofa   take walks around the creek swim and sun in my backyard   drive 8.6...

I wish cell phones never were, an invasive species living in every ear, hand and pocket   they’ve replaced faces, breathed words and warm...