We started fistfighting in the snow. The pavement full of snow. Jim swung first, so I defended myself. I slipped his wild right, and caught him with a left jab. He stumbled back a little. I persisted with a 1, 2, and as he fell, I put my knees into his chest. “You want more?”… [Read More]
José Hernández Díaz
The Circus
I don’t remember exactly how I began working at the circus, but by my seventh year, I was ready to quit. The job was going nowhere. I started out training lions, and was demoted to cleaning elephant shit. Elephant shit isn’t as messy as you might think. Still, it can get monotonous. The rain fell… [Read More]