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Tony Press

Old County 14

He’d had another of his nights and
was driving back home when he thought
he hit something but didn’t stop, of course,
because, well, you know Jake,

but the next day he told me “I think I hit
one of your sheep” and I said “it wasn’t a sheep,
it was my mailbox.”

Tony Press is inordinately proud of his story collection Crossing the Lines {Big Table, 2016}.

Tony Press


The Burning of Red Hill

David said he had matches, too,
so we walked up the trail behind my house, and later, after
the fire trucks finally left, everyone blamed him because
I was the good boy.

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention.

Tony Press

Invisibility

From my bench in the old town square,
El Zocalo,
I enjoy the smiles and sways of the young women
but their vision does not include me,
so I sip with my memory
and ignore any abuelas who might look my way.

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention.

Tony Press

Not far at all

In my little town it is only just
around the corner
from the teen club on San Bruno
to the senior center on Visitación.

Tony Press loves reading and writing, the world of One Sentence Poems, and hot chocolate, too.

Tony Press

To save my life

To save my life, I can’t back a car in a straight line,
write by hand so anyone can read it,
meditate like the others,
eat responsibly,
crawl into a tunnel or step into a cave,
or avoid a flash of fear when I find myself alone.

Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention. Even when drinking hot chocolate in Bristol, England. Or Oaxaca, Mexico. Even then.