At the Movies

Follow the yellow brick road with me. Seethe cornstalks, their long sheathed greencobs, how they snap to attention in front … More

A Head in the Honey Pot Forever

Unbelievable that it’s all come down to this, the tossingin of the handful of soil and the long stemmed roseto … More

Why do I remember how elm treesdied along the avenues in Madison?Blighted. Some disease. Blamethe Dutch? Really? What an honorto … More

The languor of summer days, a drop of sweat.Hit the napkin, plop on the word “miss.” It’sMezcal time here, and … More

Rolling down his window, “Beware,” he said. “There is some beast in there. These old houses. It’s easy for them … More

Jim Harstad was my 11th- and 12th-grade English teacher. He’s been a huge influence in my life, one of the … More

What is it you see out there? What do you hear? My woman standing at the window staring out into the … More

I squint, and even though I oddly see you tiny and distorted through the peephole, I can make out her … More

I stood there, frozen by what I was seeing. The woman, attempting to run out her front door, screamed for … More

A couple of years after Andrea’s father, someone I’d grown up with, died suddenly, her mother, whom I did not … More

(A 100-word Shakespearean style sonnet for J. Harstad) We find ourselves inside this corridorof language; she comes from the eastern … More

Whenever a love is lost, it signifies a languageshared by two people, unique to them, becomesa dead tongue, some forgotten … More

I see something sullen, a sort of smoldering angerin the face of the father. I understand he has losthis son … More

I saw them on the sidewalk up ahead, a tall Haole guy, very fit, maybe six-feet two, in a tank-top … More

Returning, your tongue must be hung on a coat hook, your language each evening left skewered at the door, as … More

We find ourselves entering a corridor of language, she from the eastern door, and I from the west. We take steps, … More

From who has been to who will be here?Questions to answer like a color commentator.Opportunities I choose to select people,picture … More

The title of this episode is “Hiding and Dying.”

I go downtown more often these days. Nostalgia. Chinatown was a regular haunt for me during small kid time. My … More