The Bronze Bench

The bronze bench, guarded by an aluminum fence, stood underneath a cedar tree whose arms stretched towards the bright sky like Moses. Little Felipe humored himself and imagined the tree telling each observer, “What you looking at fool?”

When Felipe asked his father about the bench, he heard the same spiel: “It’s a symbol of our people. We worked really hard for this.” Continue reading

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i don’t dance james brown

our stepdad became james brown right before our eyes in the living room. it would normally be after returning home from sportsman inn, the bar next to the creek. Continue reading