Not Everything Is Broken

If I were Bob Dylan, I could tell you everything that’s broken.If you know that song, you know his list is … More

What Is Your Favorite Color?

I often remember who I am, and I recall past events,both recent and distant, with a fair degree of accuracy.If … More

Mr. Fujimoto wheeled his gray trash bin to the curb and dropped it at the edge. Pausing, he looked down … More

I’m at the age where nostalgia’s candleburns bright.The yearning for something from the pastcan beunbearable at times,the bursting chest and … More

When he awoke, he saw that someone had stolen his pants.He knew that someone would come during the nightto break … More

I’m hunting once more, roaming the mysterious interior,farther and farther into the forest of memory, the thicket of heart,traipsing around … More

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

The first time I traveled there, a lengthy journeyall the way from Hawai‘i, I was alreadyan old man, had long … More

Hey! What are you looking at? Are you looking at me? Well, it sure seems like it. Not that I’m the only one here, … More