Penelope WeissClimbing Saltash I went barefoot on the mountain. When the sun’s blood froze, my heart froze, too. Somehow, I made it back home. I built up the fire and sat for a long time at the kitchen window. The next day, your dog growled at me when I came to see you. You said I should have patted her on the head or put out my hand for her to lick. We’re still friends, but I won’t visit you again. And I still don’t know why the sun’s blood froze. Matador I fought bulls and lost. I fought life and won a red ribbon of memory. The pain is mine. My eyes see only bulls jumping over me on a bright afternoon. I wear a face that covers scars, a denim jacket, a blue earring and always a black hat. Penelope Weiss grew up in New York City and now lives in Shrewsbury, Vermont. Storiana, her collection of stories, is available on Amazon.previous page     contents     next page
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