“I Don’t Know, Elias. I Don’t Know.”

Nope, I have no tattoos. I know! I’m surprised, too. There are a few ideas that I entertain from time to time, but I’ve just never, you know, done it. My sister and I talk about getting matching tattoos, something celebrating our family. She wants one that celebrates our dad—knowing all too well that our…

Tips for Drying Goldenrod

    Tips for Drying Goldenrod By Karen Guenther-Attea 1. Wake up, Pray 2. Clip your flowers midday after the dew has dried off. On a windy day, I suppose it doesn’t matter. 3. The boughs don’t need to be too tight, oh but that is too tight. Well, maybe it will be okay. 4….

The Work of a Rose

      The work seems invisible now. But just yesterday, Mom called me on the phone.  The news was bad: grandpa was in the hospital again.  He’s strong, but it’s unlikely this time.  For a year I watched over my grandpa’s farm. But Mom’s been showing up this whole time as one of the…

At Home in Snow

      We met north of the city. Outside, the church doors were locked and no wonder, it was a Monday. We both missed morning mass. It was the holidays, December, and this time of year seems to both rekindle and revoke my nostalgia for home. Dad rolled down his window to greet me…

Gravity is Measured in Distance

    I agree. Everyone at some point, given the chance, should get lost, should have their preconceived notions challenged, and should have their ass kicked (figuratively) by travel in a foreign or maybe just in an unfamiliar place. But growing up no one told me why travel was beneficial.  Ambitious middle-class youth would talk…

The Bittersweet Taste of a Green Tomato

  I don’t exactly know why it is I daydream or drift off.  It could be like the sunflower, turning its head again to get the best view of the sun.  I don’t exactly know what daydreaming or staring off into the clearing does to a person; surely there is a consequence to it all,…

The Thing about a Butterfly

With great appreciation, I’d like to thank the folks at Lit-Rally for featuring one of my stories on their site. Read the story and check out other incredible stories at Lit-Rally HERE or type in: https://www.lit-rally.com/…/2018/5/9/the-thing-about-a-butterfly into your browser. “I could tell he had been fighting to get out since the day he was born. I…

Don’t Blame the Dog: A Sunday Sermon

      A Sunday Sermon: I detest Santa Fe.  Something about the flock of soul-seeking, free-spirited white folks who pay into the commercialization, and appropriation, of spiritual enlightenment makes me cringe and, honestly, jaded.  For whatever reason I spend much of my free time in this place.  Phone calls to mom bring me away…

The Widely Known and Tragically Common Case of the Caged Bird

      “What the hell,” is not a proper way to greet anyone, even to a small brown bird flying into your home through the front door. Had it been a wren, perhaps the omens would have been different; but I have no doubts that this bird, maybe some finch or sparrow, came, as…

Awareness is a form of Gratitude

In Lebanon, the name Elias is nothing more than George or Josh and as common as Matthew here in the states. Unfortunately, growing up in Tennessee, however, that was not the case. I was pegged as exotic pretty early on, even with whitish skin. I would notice the teachers’ eyebrows advance in caution often before…