Ocate, New Mexico

Ocate, New Mexico

In the July afternoons, I listen to the song of sandstone and juniper berries, while meadowlarks converse in wild, trilling loops. Who am I? The rattlesnake warning of my teeth with a rhythm rattle? The wasp stinging when provoked? What will I sing to this soft hot...

The Ways We Shine

I hated grade six. In a new school, in the suburbs of Indianapolis, I committed the triple sin of being physically awkward, intelligent and the youngest person in my class. If I were just ugly and dull, they could have ignored me. But I had bright red hair, giant...