Sunday Light and Word – Parallel Harmonies






They fought over saddles, over .22 rifles, over rabbits they would shoot. Rabbits, you see, proliferated as the dust cut the land into nothing. Nothing but rabbits. First time I spoke to him, his wife said, hold on he’s got to get his ears on. Rabbits. His son became a surgeon. And everyone had opinions about the times they had met the boy. I didn’t know any of them. I only knew the one guy, who got saddle sores every summer down there in Texas so he never rode a goddamned horse again. He drove.



by Henry Armistead Cherry

About Hank Cherry

Hank Cherry works as a photographer, filmmaker and writer in Los Angeles. His work has appeared in Slake, Southwestern American Literature, Poydras Review, and The Los Angeles Review of Books and he writes a column about the history of jazz for Offbeat. He is in post production on his first full-length documentary.
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