Author Archives: katrina

My father died in Texas bound and tied to dreams of love developed dancing to jazz and going downtown in the suburbs, to the movies died still longing for Ava, Rita, or any bleached blonde dame languorous on a chaise, … Continue reading →

it was 8:30 and the LA streets were empty, the air silky warm everywhere there were flowers–in the trees, in gardens, on the hedges–tulips, daffodils, begonias, , colors everywhere and birds singing. Then, loping easily and proud right down the … Continue reading →

As I stand at the edge of the canyon I suddenly remember an old soft-focus black and white my father took of his city bride astride a palomino his raven-haired bride with dark Indian eyes She is beautiful and strange … Continue reading →

For three years or so, really in order to know, in order to make order of a scattered life, I have been making shelters shrines structures in the shape of houses, though I have found no Simplicity pattern to follow … Continue reading →

The chair she sits in every afternoon embroidering for the day some fine young man will come to her daughter, will come to the cathedral, come to give her grandchildren stands empty now at noon, vacant by the geraniums she … Continue reading →