My father’s were knuckled and worn from work, played the game of snatching at mine which darted out of his palms like elusive fish The way each grade school classmate held their pen, how they wrote fixed in my memory, letters forming from the poise of closed fingers, a fist and an instrument The laborContinue reading “Blueprint of Hands”
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Language Power: Political Correctness… and Spain
“If we change language, we change everything.” – Betsy Warland I read two articles by a Spanish blogger, Sergio Parra, the other day which stuck with me like a little splinter in a nail, perhaps because I wasn’t sure if I completely agreed with him or not. In one article, he talks about the relationshipContinue reading “Language Power: Political Correctness… and Spain”
The Persistence of Memory
One afternoon, as rain trickled onto the pavement and an ambulance sped by through the hazy streets, I was trying to recall the term for when the pitch of a sound alters due to the movement of its source, That word for when something moves, unstoppably, away, and the noise it makes is transformed, veeredContinue reading “The Persistence of Memory”
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