Thursday, October 31, 2013
"I gaze at her wrinkled face as she tosses her head back, fanning her face with her hand. Why a Vietnamese adopted child? Did it let her hold on to the memory of her lost son? I like Mrs. Rossi. A retired high school principal. A sweet old lady. I admire her determination to find her son’s remains. More so, I admire her faith. Painful faith. Yet it never dies in her after twenty years."
Friday, October 25, 2013
“Late at night she’d go bathing in the river. He’d lie awake, listening to the gentle sound of water she poured on her body, away from the lantern light, where water was chest high, cool and cloaked in blackness. When she came up, lowering her head to enter the domed cabin, she was a dark figure save the whiteness of her towel-wrapped head. He’d keep still and find sleep hard to come by in the scent of her body soap.”
Yellow Medicine Review 2013 Fall Issue
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
“I want to know every story behind a photograph, every story behind a drawing. I love to hear them. And the stories untold in your drawings.”
“Yeah,” I say, taking her in with my gaze. Then turning away I start the car. I’m sure when I finally draw this girl, I won’t forget to dot the corner of her left eye with a tiny mole.
Outside In Literary & Travel Magazine
Fall 2013 Issue