across the water
gently rolling
her reflection slides
2 Corinthians 3:3
Tamas Dobozy
Our instructors were Maltese nuns. This was the 1970s, when corporal punishment was still considered an instructional aid. A yank on the ear, a ruler to the hand, a slap across the face—all part of the pedagogical toolbox. Not that anyone used the word pedagogy
back then. We were lucky if the nun in question had graduated from high school.
i salute you.
for your dedicated service,
your loose weathered pages,
& curated collection
of mystery blemishes,
i salute you.
The man and the other
D.A. Rivera
The night had begun to descend low. Streaks of cool oranges and arid purples were sent scraping across the sky. The colors draped as a fading contrast to the darkening waves of sand, terraced steppes, and plumes of stone in the surrounding desert. A babbler, readying itself to roost for the night, connected the horizon in its search. In its beak it carried what little it scavenged from the day.
