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A Play in Three Acts

Act the First: our hero is abed long past any decent hour for proper folk to sleep when work was to be done. “Will’am Tinker!” came a cry from outside the daub-and-wattle house standing on the dusty road snaking through … Continue reading

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Random Acts

No one knows when Rebecca Silverspoon Bourgeois first came under a geas of performing Random Acts of Kindness. Perhaps it was when her Ladies’ Book Club read that book Oprah hailed for milking anecdotes of the Inner City Poor. Or … Continue reading

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Effie’s Walnuts

The September late afternoon sun streamed through a leafy canopy arching over the cracked and patched asphalt street as through skylights in the nave of a deciduous cathedral. Blue was leaking out of the leaves, infusing the sky, and curling … Continue reading

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Cries From the Ground

Beaver Cleaver he don’t live here anymore. He used to. Back before my time. Back before Ed Sanders moved to New York City and formed the Fugs. Back when people of color kept to their own neighborhoods and their own … Continue reading

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Ballad of a Mean Man

“We are billion year old carbon … and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden.” I try to take my pleasure where I can find it. I find it in the sunsets and lightning storms. In butterflies that … Continue reading

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Ola Mae’s Figs

We lived in a one bedroom flat nestled in the rafters of a three-car garage behind a boxy duplex near the university. We could catch a bus at Hildebrand or San Pedro to take us most of the places we … Continue reading

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This land is Ixtlan

We walked today to Bunnyfield Plantation, where MacArthur sweeps into 19th Street, cattycorner from the Lutheran church grounds which is mostly a grassy hillside sloping down to a berm where South Street bisects 19th. The roadside there is mostly a … Continue reading

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