TUNNELS UNDER THE TOWER

When I moved into the King William neighborhood of San Antonio, I quickly had it explained to me that I had missed, by but a scant five years, the bohemian era. It had been described to me as a rollicking milieu of decayed old-money, like the French Quarter as envisioned by Hollywood. And sometimes, if [...]

HIBISCUS TEA

Allison, the girl who lives in the garage apartment behind the duplex I rent, had brought her own tool box. She sprawled her stuff out on my hardwood floor, sitting there cross-legged. I sat on my sofa watching her rewire my table lamp. She was barefoot in worn jeans. She wore an aqua sleeveless t-shirt [...]