The Spear Cuts Through Water

by Simon Jimenez

“I’d assumed you were meeting with people not as…wealthy.” “Of course we are,” Jun said. “We want to win.”

But none of them said anything, just as you had said nothing when your own father had left, for there are moments in this life that speak clearly for themselves.

They fought because it was the easiest language they spoke.

“I have lived a long time,” she said. “And the longer I live, the more it surprises me, and saddens

You can fault the dancer, but more often than not, it is the dance itself that has to change.

But you know as well as any guilty party that no one thought stands alone. That there is a city within you, populated by both high- and lowborn beliefs, interjections, prayers, rantings.

We are called to our parents like sirens.