It is an empty copper camp in the Black Hills. It is where I take you on a road without radio, driving on an incline passing red rock and a woman selling turquoise from a blanket on the highway. We come around a sharp turn, through valleys of wildflowers tucked into the dips of the…
Two Dreams
I. My mother can’t be bothered to go outside – Dad is asking her to come out, out of the house. "Come and see this sunset," he says. It’s the brightest and most vibrant sunset he has ever seen, he says. It’s falling perfectly behind the tallest peak of Pilchuck, across the valley from the Dutch…
