That was how many Bruce ordered for the guest bathroom. That was almost how many he used. There were a few left. I store them in the garage. They are bone-colored. Some are square. Some are elongated and bull-nosed. They sit in their open cardboard boxes like perfect teeth, like baby teeth, that smooth but sharp edge without a single bit of use.
Bruce died a few weeks after finishing the bathroom. When I look at the tile now, I…
When I was a kid we lit sparklers and glow-worms that left burn-trails on the sidewalk like tiny meteors that had tried to crawl away. We tied pinwheels to the wooden fence, as instructed, and lit them and watched them spin.Then we went to the marina to see the fireworks and these were very slow and came one at a time and each was only one color and came in only one shape, round. And yet nothing was less magical than today, and the scent was the same, of smoke that…Continue
Yesterday, near Round Mountain in Utah, I found a jagged stone struck by many tiny blows, leaving behind the trace of the human being who had met and shaped it. It wasn't a perfect arrowhead--part of the bottom was missing--but still I held it in my hand, wonderingly. All my life I've hoped to find arrowheads,…Continue