Pear drops of happiness hang: are sugared lanterns of night dripping nectar sweetness - a honeybee’s glowing warmth awaits each...

1 We drove from Harlem to Vermont in silence. My sister Jodie sat next to me in the backseat, reading when the sun was out and sleeping...

Just like our house in Saigon there is a table and a mirror by the front door. For a mirror facing the door would reflect all the good...

I wake with frosted breath under an unfamiliar armpit. A foot I think is mine pretzels with Mystery Mans replaying last night’s memories...

the transcendence commences as the hands of my heart pull me closer within, a mother clutching her newborn baby. her fingers fighting...

I’m an avid gardener, and now, I have a new section to fill. A new section to fertilize, plant, water, feed, and love. This love comes...

It was the middle of a cold winter. My big bay horse, Atlas, blew out a breath when he saw me, fogging the air around his nose. My gloved...

Icon that clashes with current image for the masses, a mass of love and flesh and wisdom and power clasped between fingers of true...

The path stretches on and on, never seeming to end. All in sight are trees and remnants of ruin in a present I no longer recognize. Piles...

wander to the high chasm to where you hear it floating to where the great river border moves where winter is washing the old forest’s...

It happened on the same day that I got my driver’s license. It was after dinner (Claire, my mom, made her usual vile eggplant and kale...