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 […]
Fault Line Park
Sitting here talking philosophically, about the fin of humanity, in the throes of a heat wave, shaded by the towers of Fault Line Park. One has to ask, does the name […]
Empathy
Spinning her web, a wisp, a hair, a thread, flings from her matted head and I watch helplessly as her […]
Coming Together – Falling Apart
Is it all coming together, or all falling apart? I can’t tell anymore. I came with love, but can’t find […]
The Miracle
The Miracle By Jeeni Criscenzo, Jan. 20, 2017 The face in the mirror was astonishing! Visibly aged from the face […]