My Red Sox finished weaklyMy Angels crashed bleaklyMy Brewers died quicklyMy Dodgers looked sickly I could definitely cheer for Kolton … More

Like you, I think, I’m always trying to rediscover,recover my father, my mother, to know, to understandtheir stories by telling … More

My mother may not have beenthe most talented of pianists,but she might have won a trophyfor painful persistence since childhood. … More

Benny liked to be called Benny.  He didn’t care for his real name, Bayani. Rollie could take or leave Roland.  It made … More

I am nearly blinded by the bluest ocean imaginable,mesmerized by the constant waves, powerful blows,one after another, crashing hard against … More

All of you were born to do something.So why aren’t you doing anything? He shakes his fists at the air. … More

He thought of her,what she might think of him.I love you, she said, I love you.All he could say wasI … More

Aiya! Again I forgot. Here’s my draft for Po’aha/Thursday. How I Met Your Mother If I were in your pants, … More

question never answered,never honoring the teaching method— how we seem to have learned nothing,none of that much ballyhooedcritical thinking— I … More

Question gravityas we float afraid we’ll falla glimmer somethingmote of slight hopespeculate about lightabout tandem flightwished for greeningof summer dried … More