Tickle

11Mar09

When I tickle him, his eyes flash like fire and delight.  He smiles right at me, into me, baring the spot on the upper row of his jaw where he just lost a tooth.  The gum is pink and new.  I stop, and he waits: smiling, flashing, baring.
 
“Again!”

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Cleopatra-style hair and cigarettes

08Mar09

Since I liked the number 17, I scanned the list of sponsors’ names and found the seventeenth:  “Ray W.”  The list was written in various inks and in pencil on poster board and tacked with thumbnails to the paneled wall over the water fountain.  I wrote down Ray W.’s phone number, sat through the hour-long [...]

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we saw: (a big church

02Mar09

[Two of the blogger’s writing samples from childhood, the first written in Valle de Bravo (along Lake Avandaro in Mexico), the second on the plane ride home.  January 1969; I was five.]

 
 
People talking, people laughing, old house, dirty house, people whispering, dirty people, old people, music, Spanish, boys, girls, mother, old father, in rags, old [...]

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