BURNING DELPHINIUMS

I watch Mama lift the stiff shaft of white delphinium into the light. The bulb over the sink is naked. She is naked, too, except for the white scuffs on her small feet. “Mama,” I whisper. She dances across the kitchen floor. Glides actually. “Mama,” I whisper again,...

THE MARINES AND LOVE

I will forever hear the word Marines as “love.” I know, I know, the Marines are not about love. You might say they’re about defense and protection. The Marines will tell you they’re all about fighting and killing. I’m not exaggerating, The drill instructor made sure...