Amarillo Bay 
 Volume 12 Number 1 

Amarillo Bay Contents
Volume 12 Number 1

We are pleased to present the first issue of our twelfth year, published on Monday, 1 February 2010. We hope you enjoy browsing through our extensive collection of fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry! (See the Works List to discover the approximately 450 works in our collection, including the ability to search through the issues.)


After Toast and Cake
   by Lora Rivera
Lora Rivera

Lora Rivera is currently finishing her MFA in Fiction at the University of Arizona. She works as assistant for Claire Gerus Literary Agency in Tucson and lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent published short story appeared in October 2009 in A cappella Zoo. She writes adult and young adult literary fiction, as well as juvenile fantasy, a love she owes to a tiny used book store in her hometown of Daytona Beach, Florida.

Mabel was getting married. To be precise, tomorrow afternoon at three. In a whitish dress with pink flowers embroidered along a revealing v-neckline. In shoes that hurt her feet. In a church, up an aisle flanked by lilies, arm and arm with some friend of her mother's (called Kirk or Chuck or Ambrose) standing in as surrogate for the father who couldn't make it and was somewhere in the Middle East harvesting oil

She had, thankfully, escaped. Had fled the church, left her soon-to-be aunt-in-law, mother-in-law, and own soon-to-be-husband arguing about the banners. Out the kitchen back door, into the street—the wide world. She drove to the nearest coffee shop, downed a cappuccino, extra wet, ordered another. This one she savored for half an hour, staring blankly at the crawling traffic between LBJ and Guadelupe, the war protestors standing shoulder to shoulder with the independent zealots and pro-life flyer distributors on the grassy square across the street.

The Analysis of Dreams
   by Timothy Reilly
Timothy Reilly

During the 1970s, Timothy Reilly was a professional tuba player in both the United States and Europe (in the latter, he was a member of the orchestra of the Teatro Regio in Turin, Italy). He is presently a substitute elementary teacher, living in Southern California with his wife, Jo-Anne Cappeluti, a poet and scholar, who also teaches university English courses. His short stories have been published in Babel Fruit, Amarillo Bay, Riverbabble, Reflections Literary Journal, River Walk Journal, Slow Trains Literary Journal, The Seattle Review, Sidewalks, and The Small Pond Magazine.

After breakfast the husband and wife went out on the patio to finish their coffee. There was an uncomfortable silence between them. A scrub jay landed on a fence and used the jagged crest like a whetstone for its beak. It gave a loud squawk then flew off. The husband took this for a sign.

"You know," he said, "I'm not that guy in your dream." He was repeating, note for note, a comment he had made just before the silence took over.

"I heard you the first time," his wife said, staring at a cloud that reminded her of Michelangelo's Moses.

"Then why are you angry with me?" her husband asked.

In Search of Biswas
   by Yvette Ward-Horner
Yvette Ward-Horner

Yvette Ward-Horner lives in the Rocky Mountains, where she is working on her first novel. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Passages North, Necessary Fiction, Cantaraville, Writer's Bloc (Rutgers), Clapboard House and The Writer's Digest 78th Annual Competition Collection. Find her online at

My husband, Leo, loved me far too much. His face when he gazed at me in the silent evenings wore the patient, imploring expression of a good dog left out in the rain. And, like a good dog, he never barked, but simply sat on his haunches prepared to be saved. I didn't want to save him.

Leo brought me chocolates often. He thought it was romantic. They were usually truffles with sickly centers, and the boxes sat untouched in the pantry near the rice, leaking shreds of purple tissue paper. He brought me flowers on Fridays, but they were always the kind that died quickly and made my eyes itch as they drooped toward the ground. He brought home Jake, a co-worker, one day and that was much more interesting. It was the first thing he'd done in years that got my attention.

   by David Regenspan
David Regenspan

David Regenspan is a former editor and congregational rabbi who now writes full time. He has been a contributor at the Bread Loaf and Colgate writers conferences, and has published articles, reviews and poetry in Seneca Review, The Bookpress (Ithaca, NY), the Middle East Studies Association Bulletin and elsewhere. "Possum," his first published short story, was previously a finalist in a Glimmer Train very short story contest. You can read his blog at

Taking his truck out to shoot a possum had not been Raoul's idea of how to fill his Sunday, but his daughter Isabella begged him. She had been driving home from the religious group she met with every week—some kind of Tibetan thing—and took a route through the state forest. Suddenly she heard a thud and, though she saw nothing, thought that she had hit an animal. She pulled over.

"You swear you'll come right away, Papa?" She was calling from her car, sounding like she was five years old again.

   by Robert Wexelblatt
Robert Wexelblatt

Robert Wexelblatt is professor of humanities at Boston University's College of General Studies. He has published essays, stories, and poems in a wide variety of journals (including Amarillo Bay); two story collections, Life in the Temperate Zone and The Decline of Our Neighborhood; a book of essays, Professors at Play; and the novel Zublinka Among Women, winner of the First Prize for Fiction, Indie Book Awards, 2008.


Last July 17, a Thursday, in a basement practice room of the Rheinach Center, Rudolf Kanter (26) scuffled with Arnold Pracht (41). At the time both were composers-in-residence at the White Mountains Music Festival, then in the second of its three weeks. The younger man had the better of the brawl, knocking the older down—twice, allegedly—resulting in bruising to Pracht's cheek and jaw, a contusion on his left side, and a sprained right wrist. Kanter sustained minor scraping on his knuckles. There was a single witness to this event, Marie McDermott, a twenty-two-year-old violinist.

Kanter and Pracht both remained at the Festival until their respective commissioned works were performed, but Ms. McDermott departed on the afternoon of July 17. She returned to her home in Benton, Indiana, making no formal or informal statement to anyone.

Creative Nonfiction

The only submissons we received in time to appear in this issue were not appropriate for a literary magazine. We solicit your work as described on the Submissions page.


I Will Die in Paris
   by Tresha Haefner
Tresha Haefner

Tresha Faye Haefner lives in San Jose, California, where she teaches English and Social Studies, frequents Barefoot Coffee, and shares a studio apartment with her cats, Nimue and Nietzsche. Her work appears in BloodLotus and Zygote in My Coffee.

I will die in Paris.
Early morning. October.
In an apartment three stories above street level.

Three stories below
a woman with red nail polish will catch
a view of the Seine as she switches lanes.

Last Autumn
   by Tresha Haefner
Tresha Haefner

Tresha Faye Haefner lives in San Jose, California, where she teaches English and Social Studies, frequents Barefoot Coffee, and shares a studio apartment with her cats, Nimue and Nietzsche. Her work appears in BloodLotus and Zygote in My Coffee.

They turned yellow at first,
like torn pieces of water color paper
that had absorbed too much paint,
and burst upon the sky
in an excess of color,

haloing the children
who walked below,
like figures stitched into a patchwork quilt
of cornfields, and hayfields
and gathered wheat.

When I Move to the Mountains
   by Tresha Haefner
Tresha Haefner

Tresha Faye Haefner lives in San Jose, California, where she teaches English and Social Studies, frequents Barefoot Coffee, and shares a studio apartment with her cats, Nimue and Nietzsche. Her work appears in BloodLotus and Zygote in My Coffee.

I will live in a log cabin with a patch of sunflowers out front,
and wear a hat full of holes and boots the color of mud,
and have long braids down my back and own a dog named Max
and drive an ugly blue pickup truck through town.

Landscape with Starlings
   by Clyde Kessler
Clyde Kessler

Clyde Kessler lives in Radford, VA, with his wife Kendall, an artist, and their son Alan. He is working on a butterfly field guide for the Blue Ridge region, and is a founding member of the Blue Ridge Discovery Center, an organization dedicated to environmental education. You can learn more at

Starlings roost in the barn eaves.
Some are singing their rooster cries,
others crowd their voices with slurs,
grunts and chortles fudged with sunset.
One bird has sung its cliché wolf whistle
scratching the cold air.

Lorca's Dawn
   by Devreaux Baker
Devreaux Baker

Devreaux Baker is the recipient of The Helene Wurlitzer Poetry Fellowship, a MacDowell Writing Fellowship, the Hawthornden Castle International Poetry Fellowship, and three California Arts Council Awards. Her book of poems, Beyond the Circumstance of Sight, was published by Wild Ocean Press, San Francisco, in 2009.

I don't know why Lorca came to visit me.

Perhaps because I was too tired to get out of bed,
open the windows, or invite the outside world in.

He came through the adobe walls
as though they were air,
to pull up a chair by my dreaming body.

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