We put up the tents
in a thicket of pine and cedar
on a ridge overlooking the cove.
The site was secluded and quiet,
but later we drove to the beach,
with its hot sand and crowds.
In the white platinum heat
of a cloudless summer sky,
a feast of tanned,...
A decade ago I lived in El Paso,
and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress
in a small hot apartment next to my first wife
and her disassociation from me.
I was a young soldier, busy and dutiful.
A baby and...