bay area, California,
February 26
I don't think this box is big enough for your bio, Mark tells me. He has taken a sharpie marker from my desk and is doodling along the inside edge of his sneaker. I mean, really, he continues, how do you decide - in brief, mind you - what to put in it and what to reserve? ************************************* No one is in my office today, which means I can stand at the floor to ceiling windows for hours and watch the tilting of shadows. I look at Mark and frown with mild annoyance. ************************************* It's not that I don't enjoy conversations like these with my brother. It's just that he's dead. D-e-a-d. ************************************* And I suppose that's as good a bio as any.


MAY 15, 2012 5:03PM

the death of carlos fuentes

Carlos Fuentes

b. November 11, 1928 – d. May 15, 2012 


May this stand as my tribute to you; may you never be lost to me.


C. Clark for The Rumpus.net, "The Last Book I Loved" published Mar. 7, 2011

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