THE SEASONS OF LIFE
BY PAUL ANDREW REYES
I hate the cold it's so unforgiving this season we call winter. Some mornings our tears freeze and our lungs attempt to stave off crystallizing as we inhale … it has a nasty bite, our own version of life below zero in Pendleton.
Things change: the snow melts, the flowers bloom, and long forgotten friends return, making this a miraculous event. I get to see my boy Blue, the great blue heron, more often, one of my favorite things about being here. And then someone gets shit on letting me know the barn swallows have arrived in the thousands, they like the B52 bombers of World War II, carpet bomb the prison in shit. | PAR