Winter 2010 • Vol. XXXII No. 1 Fiction |

Clouds in My Coffee

Excerpt from a novel-in-progress Imagine the jolt I felt when I opened my good friend Sonny's new book of poems, Dancing in the Dark, and saw that a good chunk of his poems were based on my stories. I had no idea he was taking mental notes as we shared stories over a few beers. The words, of course, were Sonny's, and in all honesty, I could not have transformed the essence of those stories into metaphor like Sonny had, not being a poet or the celebrated New Mexico native son that he was, but a journalist and fiction writer. In the growing dusk of one summer evening as we sat on my back porch and watched the Manzano Mountains change colors as the sun set, he had tipped his bottle at me. "How do you find these stories you cover?" "I have my sources," I answered with a shrug, which wasn't meant to be evasive but was the easiest way to explain the network of people who send stories my way. Occasionally, the stories came out of nowhere, arising out of their own urgency, but m

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