Her Special Place

There is a special place in her neighborhood community park where Ami Xochitl-Nigeria-Rubenstein-Ferrol does her daily meditation. She is a very…


The Last Fariseo

I’m sitting here in Hermosillo at my little table on the patio with the spiders and the ants. It’s the Catholic holy time, Lent, March 24th. The…


“A Puerto Peñasco Specialty,” “Hermosillo Blues,” and “Notes from Hermosillo”

A Puerto Peñasco Specialty We made love in the hot little room of La Roca, #12 (where Al Capone stayed) then bandaged your knees and walked down to…


“A Bag of Hands,” “Bonne Journee,” “The Tao of Poop,” and Other Poems

A Bag of Hands Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bag: 12 severed hands removed from their owners, for thievery, por rateros, and put in this bag,…


“Why I’ll Never Be Invited to a Writer’s Conference,” “Imagine All the Forgotten Lives,” “The Cabbies,” and “The Plague”

Why I'll Never Be Invited to a Writer's Conference Fly into the sun teeny bopper fly into the sun rock star poet fly into the sun academic…


“My Fifteenth Year,” “Done to Death,” and “Notes from Hermosillo”

My Fifteenth Year I remember the schools of dead carp on the riverbank, the bonfires, the first booze and the first smoke rolling through me like…


Breakfast in Hermosillo

Natalia wakes up snotty. Coughing to beat the band, making a big show in the middle of the night. She reaches over, elbows me, touches my face. “Oh,…


Notes on the Tucson Poetry Festival

Tucson recently held its 35th annual Tucson Poetry Festival, sponsored by the University of Arizona. I didn't go. In the 20 years I lived in Tucson,…


“The Whale,” “Five Minutes Later He Blocks Me,” “Show Me a Cliché,” and Other Poems

The Whale He’s fifty-five years of smug blubber, a bored heir to a lucky fortune who can barely walk on the vestiges of his legs bumbling in the…