Bird (on back)July 2016
At daybreak, a bird flew into our bedroom, smacked the wall mirror, and fell on Darla’s back. She slept on.
The ChaperoneJuly 2011
What delighted me was watching how the sun changed my appearance. I spent nightly hours in the mirror, describing the new shades and hues of my face or arms to my martin, who was colorblind.
Fairytale SmalltalkSeptember 2010
He says: look yourself up in the guide and tell me what you are.
The Emigrant’s HandBy Manuel Rivas, translated from the Galician by Valerie Saint-Rossy
You could look from one end to the other, but for me there was only Castro’s hand, it held me in a hypnotic grip.