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Caddy

Starla and Ashley were in the back seat of the Bronco II talking to each other.  Starla who is Blackfeet was talking to my niece and daughter Ashley Rose who is Salish and Irish and also Chicana.  Starla said “Oooks!  Did you see that caddy purple jacket Sheila had on?  She was standing by the […]

The Entrance of the Artists

There was something so moving about how they would recede.  The figures would waver in the vaguely human-shaped but more-than-human, larger-than-human, portals in the heights of the dome to take their fill.  I would watch them come forth, lean out, gape.  Their faces in gray distance visible as tiny, skin-colored moons set above the hues […]

Being in Public in Los Angeles

I am in Los Angeles, hiding from winter and rethinking my life. Or maybe I am rethinking winter and hiding from my life. I have been coming back to this city for twenty years, its ugly beauty beckoning. It is a cliché in conversations with displaced New Yorkers – Los Angeles is wonderful, but lonely. […]