For Reference
“We’re going to have to weave,” I told Graciela on the pickup we switched to outside of San Lucas. It was a slow rise into the mountains...
Phrasing
I wrote a novel, a shelf of pages and words carried by my own family’s names. Spanish and Hebrew combined by vowels that match. Ladino...
Storm Mode
Summer, Days are longer Attention shorter. Scrolling. Swiping. Starting. Stopping. Shorelines Dry up. Rage on. From one thing. The next thing. Is another thing Streaming, Netflix not riverbeds. Searching, Google not horizons. “We’re in storm mode. They’re excited. Why wouldn’t they be?” My dad does not expect an answer because he already has one. “It’s pretty boring to be a weatherman without storms.” I Google ‘Storm Mode’. Summer, Hours are longer Tempers shorter.
