The Jewish Year

For Rosh Hashana, my mother took me and my father to her sister. We had a celebratory dinner with a honey cake for desert to make the upcoming year sweet, and my uncle spoke against God and religion, a habit he developed for holiday dinners. The three of us stayed there for two days. I called the neighborhood kids to join me in my circus training, while my parents had grapes or cake on the verandah with relatives.

Lost Self Meditation on the California Coast

Devan sleeps as I wind through the biggest trees. Devan sleeps as I read all the road signs out loud (grandfather tree, one log cabin, tsunami hazard zone). we are both wide awake as I slip and slide down 13 vertical miles of slick red clay, speedometer counting decimals.