“For the New Cab Driver After His First Shift,” “The Street Without a Name,” “237 North Oracle,” and “Rush Hour Fatality”

For the New Cab Driver After His First Shift Don’t get too excited when you make a little dough in the morning or whenever your shift starts because…


What Happened to Flowers?

I got out of bed around 10 and walked down to the gas station to buy a newspaper and a coffee. Remember newspapers? It was a cool, clear February…


The Will to a Smiling Soul

She breached her apartment doorway behind her aluminum walker, dragging a torpedo-shaped oxygen tank on wheels, with hoses that slithered up and into…


Stupid City

Ami Xochitl-Nigeria-Rubenstein-Ferrol wakes up on her futon and rolls her head around on her Chilean duck feather pillow. She smiles at the waft of…


“Blocked Again,” “A Note to the Utopians,” “Or Maybe it’s Already Ended,” and Other Poems

Blocked Again Scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed I see this “editor” bitching because some writer had the nerve to write her a letter……


6 to 6: Bear Hunting

The difficult thing about Mr. Cooper is the fact that he’s 98 years old. He’s five feet three and narrow as a bird in his gray cotton pants and blue…


6 to 6: The Rest of It

It’s a hot mid-afternoon and I stop my cab at Fry’s to buy a chocolate bar for my wife. She always asks me to buy her a chocolate bar and I usually…


6 to 6: Arivaca

Debora Hunter, 389 W. Rillito Drive, is seven feet tall; her head eclipses the sun. She doubles over to get in my cab, her face a sad skull with…


6 to 6: Somebody Say the Magic Word

I get out of the cab and step into the oven of a normal Arizona summer day. I can’t find her, I can’t find her. My passenger is supposed to be at the…


6 to 6: And Deliver Us from the Vikings, Amen

A flashlight comes on in the dark. The light defines the motions of a man’s hand as he rises to his feet. The light lands here and there on empty…