Pandemic Accostation

So informal so not a bow Too formal for a shaka sign We meet side by side at a sidewalk … More

Super Power

If you’re like me, you’d wish you had a super power at birth, of course used for good, not for … More

Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More

Your lips dream dreams of their own. Their tiny brains only have room for good memories of kisses. A lifetime … More

These stone tablets grow row on row, symmetrically planted concrete flowers blooming in a precisely laid field as far as … More

I listened to my boss’s pep talk. Let me make this clear as crystal to all of you.You’ve heard, I … More

My first winter in Madison The coldest winter since they began keeping track The temperature plummeting into the -60s with … More

I had to jump farther than I would have expected. I had to jump farther than I had since I … More

이 (Lee/Ee/I/Yi/Ri/Rhee/Rhie/Reeh) There are other variants, but that’s plenty for now. 이 is the second most common Korean surname, surpassed … More

The mechanic wipes his hands with a greasy cloth, says, Time breaks down the integrity of any vehicle,which one day … More

In the wake of illness striking millions by surprise those affected by it personally or through kinship ties, how they … More

Where are the ones in the suits of gold,those second lookers who’d whiplash our tender necks,the heart beaters who’d burst … More

in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond, … More

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

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

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

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

I can’t remember when I stopped dreaming about flying. This recurred often, once a month or more. I would be … More