When Will Rogers Met Donald Trump

Stuck here at home, unable to see my family anymore,lying in bed at night I think, with short, shallow breaths … More

The Gardener

I’m watching through the running glass window, an old one from 1926.I see my father, his figure slightly distorted in … More

Sure enough, there was a duffle bag in the locker. It contained three large bags of white powder. The next morning, … More

Late that evening, nothing else breaking, David Chan staggered home to get food and a few hours of sleep. It turned … More

Back at his desk, Chan took a look at the files of some other open cases. The one that concerned him … More

“How is he?” Chan asked Dr. Oh. “He’s stable. In and out of consciousness. He should be fine, though the … More

I think about how I heard you rant at death for so long,then near the end ask for it to … More

Passing, I looked inside, saw that family, remembered,their stony group staring at those white china plates,no one speaking a word, … More

My father was drafted into active service in the U.S. Army on February 24, 1941. Exactly one year later, on … More