So Began the Last Chance Decade
Ten years, that’s a conservative estimate, a window where we can still impact the fate of planet earth. A window. […]
Triptych
Sixteen Remember feeling invincible. Indestructible. The cautions of elders slid off your ears, unheard. Carlos Hernandez, of the indigenous Guatemalan […]
A Nice White Principal without Principles
Twenty years you’ve dedicated your career to them, the kids in Southeast. What a hero you are, being there for […]
Nobody’s Right, If Everybody’s Wrong
A murder of crows caw out of key (or so it seems to me) from their perches on the Jacaranda […]
The Little Girl in the Lime-Green Jumper
A little girl, in a bright, lime-green jumper, stole the show tonight. Her mama was playing the jarana and singing […]
Just Three Doors Down
We live just three doors down from the sea of inhumanity, always close to the possibility that we are sixty […]
The Hearing
By Jeeni CriscenzoSept. 28, 2018 I watched him, like an elk exposed on the plains, spotting a lion in the grass, hair standing at […]
The Stroke of His Pen
I’m too bone weary to keep doing this work over and over again, when it’s so easily undone by a […]
Sea of Beige
by Jeeni Criscenzo June 2018 When his red t-shirt fades, in the desert sun, to blend into this sea of […]
Homeless families defined out of existence and assistance.
In his commentary in the UT 1 last Sunday, John Wilkens offered a creative analogy to the annual homeless Point-in-Time Count […]