Old Criticism

The women were of all kinds so many stunning ones passed before me breathless water flowing round me rushing cool … More

The Homecoming (Part Three)

His plane had arrived late. Too late to ride the party bus. Sipping his tea, he watched the old woman … More

He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More

He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More

He dreamed he grew up so empty he became a hollow echo of resoundingly resonant invisible soundlessness. Nothing he ever … More

We’d known each other, worked together in the record store, for nearly six months already. By the time she came … More

My store is in a part of Chinatown that has so far avoided the magic wand of urban renewal. Take … More

He despised children. He sat there in the dark to make it look as though there was no one home. … More

My childhood friend tried to claim the sky belonged to him. As we sat there on the lānai, looking out … More

the race is on to outrun the raindrops my feet beating the ground faster than they can fall my rhythmic … More

Like his Army buddies, he decided to attend college on the GI Bill. School sure beat dodging bombs and … More

To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face … More

One day the poem is good, the story sound.The next day, Hmmm . . .One day it’s, Yeah, well.The next … More

the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More

I could not go with you lost on that trail you and me crocuses and cacti fields of yellow daffodils … More

I have been to the Bristol bus terminal enough times now to have lost count. Not a huge number of … More

Charlie calls hogs, eats um, chickens too, royally roasting marbled tunes of time draped in gold and bar-b-que sauce, sweet … More

There was a choice in the road up ahead, should I go right, or should I go left? Night had … More

It was the moment I have wondered about on occasion, that moment when your death has reached the time it … More

Jim tells me he admires the thick patch of aloe vera flowing down through my rock garden to the patio, … More