Recipe for Cut Motherhood
Take one soulful, loyal best friend: Spot, the family dog, a mostly Beagle mutt with black and brown spotted white fur, a twinkle of compassionate…
6 to 6: A Pair to Draw To
It’s too early for this shit. The sun is an ember under a bear rug, and I’m full of vinegar. I pull my cab up to the trailer park to find the gates…
Easter Polaroids
I. As holiday memories go, Easter’s vague. I can’t find many pictures. I found a few in my Easter’s Best getups, but none around the table or…
Reading Lovecraft on the Beach
I was eighteen and fresh out of high school. A group of us, about eight boys and six girls, went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for our "senior…
6 to 6: Sonja’s Ring
Sonja is a big black lady, a sweetheart. Her body’s falling apart at age 43: knees, back, innards. She can’t drive anymore. She took my cab to work…
6 to 6: A Spiritual Adventure
I am dispatched in my cab to one of Tucson’s many “spiritual retreats.” I feel my chakras squinching up as soon as I pull in. A line of pine trees…
6 to 6: Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror
She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center. “The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?” “I’m…
6 to 6: Suicide Lane
Yesterday on Grant Road, I got behind a 4Runner SUV, blue-gray, dirty, maybe ten years old. It was going slow in the fast lane. Rush hour. I finally…
Who Says Love is Dead?
Passion is necessary for sex, unless you are Mormon or one of those weird Jews. The ones with the hair and the insurance scams? Yeah, those ones.…
6 to 6: Next Time, Take Skyline
Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same…
