In the mid to late 50s at St. Edward’s High School, a Catholic boarding school in Austin, Texas we used to…
Inheritance. Something given. Something passed on. Collective, connected by an unbroken line.
It was the first time I ever saw a man shot. Charlie usually blended into the jungle like invisible, venomous snakes. For some reason…
When a hard spring rain drenches me, I worry about the flowers, born without clothing to protect…
