April 1, 1982

Toads

By Conrad Hilberry

Dusk comes suddenly on the narrow road that follows the hill eastward and down. The woman's fears are the live pieces of dark that appear where there was nothing. In […]

April 1, 1982

The Cur

By Conrad Hilberry

I The wild dogs in the road weave and smell among the stones like dry rivers prowling for rain. When they are gone, you say, "They will never find it, […]

April 1, 1982

The Monkey

By Conrad Hilberry

In Chiapas, at the edge of the rain, we begin to feel sick—nothing violent but an insinuation in the bowels. Don't drink the water, we tell each other. Don't eat […]