THE FOOD TRUCK Carlos sells reminders of home– pupusas, tamales, tortillas– to hungry laborers coming off shifts, or waiting for work in the morning light, to men whose families wait back home for the monthly remittance or the fee for the coyotes to bring them north. His foods remind him of the land he farmed … More THE FOOD TRUCK

Bicycling Poem #10

BICYCLING POEM #10 I pedal slowly up the slight hill, feel the stillness of the neighborhood just beginning to wake, then casually coast downhill— in winter, the cold biting at my face, ears stinging from the wind; in summer, the cool sweep of air before the day’s heat sets in. So much in such a … More Bicycling Poem #10