weeks ago today, as I write this, my closest friend left all of us behind, going
on to whatever, if anything, is next. She left behind a lot of broken hearts
and fond memories. Fortunately, because she was a wonderful writer of poetry
and prose, a painter, a musician, and much more, we will have tangible things
to hold near to revive those memories.
left “too soon,” of course. Far earlier than any of us would have wished.
Frankly, we would have wished that she would never leave and spare us that
pain. Never mind that if we were the
ones to leave first, we would be inflicting that pain of leaving on her.
Such is the nature of our feelings about those we hold most dear, even at times when letting go is the kindest thing to do. I do not think that was the case this time, but what do I know?
I promised my friend KL that I’d give this journal a local shout-out, so here’s some info on this unique publication and reading opportunity.
Rain Shadow Review is the brainchild of Arizona poet Richard Shelton, whose involvement with prison writing workshops goes all the way back to 1974. The writing in the magazine comes from current or former inmates of the Arizona prison system.
The last three issues of Rain Shadow Review have been edited by UA professor Erec Toso.
Online, you’ll find intriguing poems, truly stunning artwork, and a gripping prose piece about SIDS by Steven P. Arthur.
If you stop by the University of Arizona Poetry Center Library, you can pick up your latest copy of Rain Shadow Review – you should, it’s free and it’s good reading.
If you’ve ever been in jail or prison, you could become a contributor to this magazine. Visit online at https://rainshadowreview.com/ or mail a COPY of your best writing to:
Rain Shadow Review P.O. Box 85462 Tucson, AZ 85754-5462
It’s hard to say I “enjoyed” this book. After all, how can one “enjoy” a book about the real murder of an eight year old girl by her mother’s boyfriend? Indeed, at times there were tears in my eyes.
That said, there’s a lot to like—or maybe “appreciate” is a better word—about Too Close to Home. Let me set the scene first.
Samantha’s home life was anything but easy. Her mother, Rachel Stra, had been divorced by Samantha’s biological father. Samantha and Rachel had moved with Rachel’s boyfriend from Florida to western New York to “get a fresh start.”
Angel Colon, the boyfriend, was no angel. He’d been involved in drugs and crime in Florida and Georgia, and was abusive with Rachel and Samantha. Despite that, he and Rachel had had two more daughters together, but Samantha became the odd girl out in the family. To top it off, Rachel was not the best of mothers: inattentive almost to the point of neglect.
Then one day in February of 1997, Samantha didn’t show up for school, although Angel claimed he’d put her on the bus that morning. She didn’t come home that night, and her classmates reported they hadn’t seen her. The search began. By the time a week had passed, suspicion began to focus on Angel and the possibility that Samantha was no longer alive.