In the window I see a white, polyester curtain pulled back by Mexican hands. The man spies me looking at him; I am awaiting a bus and stretching my groin.

In the rented room above the combination flower shop-convenience store, the man sees the same Friday morning rush hour traffic that I do.

High school children don’t want to be dropped off at school by their parents; they… Continue reading

In Pulitzer Prize winning novelist Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, the horror and torment of an apocalyptic world comes in the form of good guys and bad guys. What deciphers good from bad is whether or not one’s spirit and mind remain clear and defiant enough to resist the acutely strong temptation, amidst starvation, to devour one’s own offspring.

You may not like the road the father and son travel… Continue reading