by Gary Soto | Dec 12, 2019
My wife and I are into season 3 of Victoria, the Masterpiece Theatre series that seems as long as the queen’s monarchial reign. It’s a slow-moving narrative in which a tea cup is picked up, put down. Then, for dramatic tension, the camera pans to a terrier...
by Gary Soto | Jun 18, 2018
The river changed course By three feet. Thus the willow withers from thirst. Thus the rock is set alone like an altar. Thus the grassy hill browns. One father changes course By several streets. He gets away from family. He gets away from divorced his spouse. He...
by Gary Soto | May 29, 2017
The third line on my brow— It arrived last night. The crosshatches around the mouth— They speak for me. My hair surrenders to wind. My fuck-you finger is romancing my thumb. The slouch, the crippled penmanship, My earlobes of Buddha, The smile that reveals a...
by Gary Soto | Jan 9, 2017
I’ve played my part as tourist in the Netherlands. In Amsterdam, I skipped out of the way of ring-chiming bicycles. I drank Amstel beer under an awning while an afternoon rain dotted the surface water of the Singel canal. I nearly petted the head of an approachable...
