It Was Something Important

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

The Language of Love

(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

The dream was so horribly vivid that I thought I was awake and watching the news on TV. A friend … More

Eventually now, I see the whole wide world we knew,if we live long enough – I’m finding it’s so for … More

It was up there somewhere, that ideal place where the dead waited for me.I learned about afterlife and angels long … More

The trip down is always tricky in the dark. Have you ever had something to do, some minor task, that you … More

The music stopped, but we kept dancing. We could hear the melody going on, even though the musicians were packing up. … More

“Gramma, come on. Next stop Zippy’s.” Sometimes I can’t believe I’m still alive to hear this. Every year, the same … More

Will we find that it’s fine, eventually, all by itself,that it’ll blow over with the passage of time, I wondered.Life’s … More

You know that’s a word, right?It’s one of those onomatopoeia types.Those that come from a sound.Like when you’re trying to … More

How hard should a reader have to work to get something out of a poem?Would digging a hole to China … More