VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rick Christiansen

POSTCARDS We sit across from one another at the old linoleum table.  It rocks slightly each time one of us rests a hand or forearm onto it.  She places postcards on the table between us as I absently pick at the worn linoleum, creating small flakes which I then brush to the floor. She arraysContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rick Christiansen”


Hispanic sonnet, or The burbs Back then, I was insane. At a New Year’s party Smoked a Cuban cigar with a retired elevator Mechanic who not a year later slashed his throat In his backyard. His wife worked for the  Chicago Blackhawks, flashed a championship  Ring the size of a humble penthouse. Their  Porchlights fromContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Alex Z. Salinas”