(as published in the Fall 2023 Cenizo Journal) This is a story of a horse and the girl who loves him. I lie back on the picnic bench and dip one toe into the sand tracing lines to and fro. An arm thrown over my head blocking the sun. A slow breeze rustles the strings of my cut off shorts and I can just make out the sound of waves lapping in the distance. Above, clouds of watered ink stretch across a crisp, white canvas - shaping themselves to the contours of the land. I ris

When it rains here you go outside. Barefoot. The mountains fade in the gray and the wind gusts, moving through you like an old screen...