Harvest Season
The stretch of the yellow rice fields rustles within the scythe’s arc. Air funnels between the blades. The grass breathes; it will die soon.
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Small Town Cats
When the cats found the tuft of grass lining the border, they crossed it to get to the city. On their first few nights in the…
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Small Town Chickens
The worms underneath have burrowed deeply years ago, leaving nothing for scavenging chicken limbs. Still they traipse on dirt to disclose a trail of hieroglyphics. Chicken…
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A Small Town
It takes its name from all the other caches of meaningless names. There will be cows and grass, small town pulpits and a Sunday Mass, small…
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The Small Town Project
This time, I want to get the song right, but the sound dies back a few steps at a time. Arriving in the city, I tell…
No. 4 · Breaking Curfew
Jimmy and Katie, 1998
Still we tried to look away from the moment when the bird hit the ground, but it was impossible not to stare. It thudded on the…