“My father was a surgeon, a shaman and a greyhound. A runner in his youth, he thought little of exercise and called himself a cultured couch potato. As a doctor he loved each patient and included them in what he called prayers… more
Tag Archives: Fathers
El Sancho
FICTION by Kevin Kaiser“El Sancho’s boots beneath your bed. Something about the man in this telenovela must remind her of El Sancho, but it’s not the hands. The tape measure unfurls, measures eight, nine, ten inches of El Sancho… more
My Father’s .45
FICTION by Sean Sullivan“push the recoil spring into the slide chamber, forge the marriage between the barrel bore, chamber and action. Faster, he would say, when I ran the slide… more
