Malbec at Sunset
by Diana Elarde It is fairly desolate now without cars coming and going alongside...
Author Archives: Diana Creel Elarde
Desert Visit
It’s quiet where I live now. I wake around 4:00 am, because it seems...
Leftover Opportunity
By Diana Creel Elarde I sit up at the counter at the retro diner,...
PERSPECTIVE
By Diana Creel Elarde I cross the campus in the silence of the early...
The Spirit of the Farolitos
I have to laugh as I pour the sand into the empty lunch bags....
Always
The morning moves quickly. One task to another, crossing off items until the last...
What Matters
It is the mornings I love most, when I can feel hopeful. My best...
The Final Delivery
The door takes a few moments to open. I hold the handle with...
Father’s Day
I check my watch, weighing the time. Just enough minutes to get in my...
The Umbrella
I stood on the stair of the bus. The others had walked past him,...