Letter from Guantanamo Seasons don’t matter except for the discomfort they bring. June is just hotter. The Caribbean thuds against Cuba, steaming like soup, saltier than our tears, if anyone cried here. Whether we bear it or not, the pain continues. The interrogator takes his work as seriously as Michelangelo considered the perfect pink of […]
By Sara Marchant My brother Marvin is calling me, and, as usual, I debate whether to answer the phone. My mother claims she never had an affair with Curb Your Enthusiasm’s Larry David, but my brother is so similar to the self-centered, self-absorbed, neurotic nervous maniac David, that I’m not sure I believe her. […]
By Ruth Nolan Many bones have been broken here in the tricky Mojave River quicksand, huge Cottonwood trees taken down, gnawed low to the marrow by beavers. Behind me, the shadow of a man, his fishing pole slung across his shoulder. He tells me he will catch crawdads first, skin and fry a trout or […]
