When I sit down on our piano bench, the piano nearly 60 years old now, I am comfortable enough. I … More
Tag: #WriterSaturday
The Fashion
That was your style for a while, a momentuntil the next idea hit you, what’s trending,your tastes turning like stiles, … More
The Myth of Every Hope Fulfilled
From the top of the Gwangbok Lotte Department StoreI can see the Yeongdo(daegyo) Draw Bridge crossing Busan Harbor.From this height, … More
Return to Nami Island
Annie and I had planned to ride the ziplinefrom the mainland to Nami Island,famous as the romantic setting for Winter … More
For the Future
Right now, we’re on a South Korean island, Jeju,sitting in what China calls the East China Sea,and what the Koreans, … More
From Both Sides
We view the Korean DMZ from several vantage points,each one quite a distance from North Korea itself.At the Odusan Unification … More
Conduct
We’d sit at stoplights and classical music would playon the public radio station to which she still donated.Again she’d begin … More
Coming out of Retirement
I immediately can see I’m way out of my league,but I’ve foolishly promised my cousin I’d join himat Booth Park … More
First and Last
I’ve been on at least three hundred first dates,and while I don’t believe anyone can everhave seen it all, I … More
Some Rave Review
Have you ever been curious about the notionthat when you are about to die, your lifewill flash before your eyes? … More
Quid Pro Quo
The blackbirds are too many nowand fierce today. Even thoughI hurried to hang the laundry on the linebefore the sun … More
Being Bold
My neighbor kid’s been helping me tie up some dead branches. Finished, I’m drinking a beer, he a passion-orange juice … More
Alert
I always drove between Oakland and Madison non-stop, except for food and fuel, no naps, 24 hours straight on the … More
We Were Then
That silver flame subdued all color into black and white. Remembering neon paint and black light nights. I recall the … More
A Creativity Mystery
I learned recently that Claude Monet wanted mostto paint the air between himself and his subject.I’m still trying to wrap … More
A Mother’s Love
I see him limp home, his arm torn from his shoulder,mumbling weird words about a mighty stranger,some foreign crazed killer … More
A Head in the Honey Pot Forever
Unbelievable that it’s all come down to this, the tossingin of the handful of soil and the long stemmed roseto … More
It Was Something Important
A couple of years after Andrea’s father, someone I’d grown up with, died suddenly, her mother, whom I did not … More
The Language of Love
(A 100-word Shakespearean style sonnet for J. Harstad) We find ourselves inside this corridorof language; she comes from the eastern … More
Passersby
From who has been to who will be here?Questions to answer like a color commentator.Opportunities I choose to select people,picture … More
