I’ll show you a place high on a desert plain Where the streets have no name –U2 Cactus scattered on barren land, twisted by heat and age. Smoke trees, desiccated cottonwoods clustered in dry washes scraped clean by fiery winds from uncertain distances. Colors raged away by the passionate light…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Among the Del Norte Redwoods
I stand at the base of a venerable redwood, Put my hand on its rough, knowing skin. I feel I have to. I cannot say why. Shafts of sunlight pour down from the distant sky, Like light through the rose window of an old cathedral. Once I brought Lauren here. We had drifted apart by…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
NIghtmare
Moonlight trembles in silvered pools on the grass, and we are dancing. I didn’t know you could waltz, you murmur; I didn’t know either. It is a slow melody, and we are in each other’s arms forever: a full step back, to the side, half a step forward. I do not even sense the futility…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
She Spoke First
She spoke first. Actually, he was relieved. The silence between them had been long and awkward. He noted the soft murmuring of voices from neighboring tables, the occasional clink of a fork on a plate or a spoon swirling in a coffee cup. On the other side of the room a woman laughed, which seemed…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ram
Falling Sky
Some days on the road that fall I felt like we were all kidnap victims, my father some desperate outlaw trying to get us as far away from the scene of the crime as quickly as he could. Other days I felt like we were all fugitives on the run. Most of the time, though,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ram
He Wonders What It Will Take
I was hard on toys,” she says. “Especially dolls and teddy bears. The things that matter most to me . . . I’ve never trusted they would last.” She swirls her spoon in her coffee. She doesn’t look up. “I abused the toys I loved. I pulled off the arms and ears, the buttons. I…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for 100Words
Gullible Travels
100 word entry. Theme: Small Kid Time. Nah, I think I am so gullible these days.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Fishing100
Hiking to Kaliuwa‘a in the Late Afternoon
I'm still sitting still.
100-100 contest entry for May. 100 words. Theme: Communion (though Sacred Falls has always been a kind of shrine to me also.)
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Fishing100
Changing Lanes
100 lines, 1656 words, #2 theme: Ass Why Hard
I'm happy to say that I have a more reliable car now, and no holes in my teeth. So, obviously, this piece is total, 100% fiction, right?
Bamboo Shoots Submission for 100Words
Uncle Noah Joins Them for a Beer
I hope Uncle Noah stay watching me. A Bamboo Shoots 100-word story entry.
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