what impressions were

a sound slight as breathstill the cold touch of lamplight on white snowthose thick linesa brow furrowedeyes of white hairthink your … More

No Game

The way old people misplace their memories,and sometimes the younger ones, too,it’s a game of hide with no seek,where the … More

now we found us at the shorelook back but can’t turnsubject of our footprintsfood for some godwade in and breaststrokememories … More

“And why now this time?” asked Kang Yu. “It just is time, father. The business thrives now like it never … More

In every family there is one central soul,the energetic heart that pumps life blood to all,the bond of it all … More

Our father says the sound is loud enough to wake the dead. The music is alive tonight in infinite weathered … More

We sit on the runway at O’Hare awaiting takeoff, Madison our destination. I always try to break the ice with … More

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

“I hope you have a great time in Korea,” I say to him. “I’ve always wanted to go there, but … More

There was no escape. Time and tide, they say, but collectors are the same in that respect. They do not … More

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

I’ve sold everything from houses in Kāhala to potato peelers and vacuum cleaners. You saw Lucille Ball as a saleswoman tossing … More

My thumb, I look at it, pointed on in the direction I’m headed,that famous destination of a’ways down the road … More

His body was given for me, he thought, kept hearing it overand over while he watched the walk along the … More

After her arm was broken, dizzy, she fell trying to call outweakly for anyone to help, then slipped into darkness.She’d … More

It happened one day in the 13th year of his commitment.Standing outside Macy’s, he took a step and foundit landed … More

The text messages and the voice mails piled up.Are still coming.These guys stay open late.If it were letters, my mailbox … More

It’s blinding, the kind of pain that comes with the rains,up here, this time of year, lots of work for … More

“Hello hello hello, everybody.” The big man taps the mic. “If you could please take your seats, we can get … More

“You want to go to Chicago for what?” I ask. “Tights,” says the dancer in my life. I can’t tell … More