It’s been six months since a transfer to Seoul, and I’m drowning in a sea of civility. When ... CONTINUED
like glass (a ghazal)
is a mirror more than silvered glass? and whose face appears within the glass? the hurricane ... CONTINUED
Cruising Mammoth Road
I imagine every town has that road you cruise with your best friend, the tunes cranked loud on ... CONTINUED
in retrospect
i. my dad always said that your mind doesn’t age, and then one day an old man stares back ... CONTINUED
budget cuts
there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only ... CONTINUED
Nothing New…
i. Without warning the sky can fall in neat needle-stitched rows, precisely spaced and ... CONTINUED
Last Christmas
I. My thoughts drift like the dirty snowbank facing I-35 dusted by the pale glow of a milky ... CONTINUED