Buried Love

Sally Anuhea was an avid newspaper reader. Even as she aged, she kept loyal to a print copy, although the … More

Blue Elephant

I’m not into tattoos. The first thing I ask a woman who’s interested in taking a relationship further is if … More

It had been a while. She sat there like a little jewel, the sun sparkling on her back when he … More

This time he wrote the song about the break-up of his first marriage. The funny thing is, that was the … More

Tonight I’m looking through Mom’s old address book, pages worn and browned,some so brittle the dog-eared corners disintegrate as I … More

“Isn’t that cute?” “Uh huh.” I’m sure it’s a question of time, that love may conquer all, but behind my … More

Whenever a love is lost, it signifies a languageshared by two people, unique to them, becomesa dead tongue, some forgotten … More

Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More

In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out … More

That Sony radio’s cheap black leather strapjust barely tied the music to my wrist.So poorly made I feared it just … More

You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More

We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More

That night I saw you firecracker starburst red,ablaze in a beautifully carved body,an exquisite silhouette scribed against the dark,your hand … More

On the square, silver Sony radiowith the cheap black leatherette wrist strapI always feared would snap,our soundtrack falling lost into … More

It’s been a while.I wish you were here.How have you been?Life hasn’t been the same without you.Do you miss me?Do … More

May I write a song for us?Maybe about our family tree?How about our hawking birds and stinging bees?The scheme of … More

Remember that, she says, as we sit sipping coffee, I was all whipped-cream nosed. It has been 40 years since … More

My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More

For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little, … More

There were no more good reasons I could come up with, no more desperate excuses I could dream up for … More