When I was really young, only a toddler, my dad had this dream of becoming a dairy farmer. So he leased 80 acres of Louisiana piney woods, parked an Airstream trailer on it, and bought some heifer calves. Since baby calves take three or four years to grow into milk cows, he needed a job…
Where you are and where I am Is different There, where you are, all is already green. Here, where I am, the blossoms are just now giving way to the leaves, sighing in their fading spotlight as the green curtains draw together around them There, where you are, all is already green Here, bare branches…
You appeared wrapped in light
Every new year comes in with the promise of new and wonderful things. We make resolutions to be better in myriad ways: more compassionate and more charitable, more active and healthier, more informed and more productive. But sometimes the new year arrives with the unexpected. How do you continue life--at at any time of year--without…
My plan to read and share what I'm reading hasn't really panned out so far this year. I read one novel and attempted a couple more but they really didn't satisfy. My professor sent me a hard copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude all the way from Louisiana and I got as far as the…
Down South in the past, Sundays were the day when families gathered for the biggest and best meal of the week. There would be fried chicken and mashed potatoes or pot roast and rice and gravy, and maybe a coconut meringue pie for dessert. Here in El Norte de Mexico, Sunday still is the day…
Before I left Mexico for the Thanksgiving break, my baby brother and I were already discussing the logistics of mustard greens for dinner Thanksgiving Day.
I hope one day soon I will have the opportunity to be taught how to administer and score a speaking text for English language learners. This time, however, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
I am here at a local school where I am to sub for a colleague who teaches English here. Class is to begin at 8:00 a.m. It's an exam day. It's 7:50. There's no staff here yet. I try to put myself into the mind of my coworker. I see her coming in the gate,…
When the sun goes down and the lights go up even the least lovely town starts to look better.
I don't usually write poetry.
Trina Morgan 