Path of Service
For years after her divorce, Fay had trouble referring to her husband by name. My husband, she would say, and then eventually, my ex-husband. Doesn’t he have a name, newer friends or colleagues would ask, laughing, and she would relent. Desmond. Des, she would make herself think. Des, Des, Des.
The archangel hadn’t asked for his name. No name had come up between them that day in the mineral pool under the high Colorado sky Read more.
“Reading Octavio Paz”
Mexico City and the highlands
into deep velvet
air so dense I couldn’t understand
how we could pass Read more.