PoetryThe shy, wild dogs of February
In the freezing winter of our dissolution, when his engine block cracked in the Ford Econoline van, fracturing our sanity, making our lawn a weeds…
PoetryLater will be time to talk about a family killed on a bridge
The first years of their exile, tell the children about unheated train stations, the bravery of mothers breathing warmth on tiny fingers. Later will…
PoetryThe year of the tyrant’s final spring
I'm standing in a barren garden with Tolstoy, with Chekhov, and they are frozen in place, like stricken roses of January, like whipped horses,…
PoetryAfter Seeing You in Sullivan’s
How did you answer, when your friends asked, Who was she? "Someone who meant a lot to me once. But that was a long…
PoetryOther People’s Bathrobes
I follow, as she careens her cart through Mauna Kea Mall, tossing in cracked cups, mismatched sheets, biographies of people no one remembers. "Why…
PoetryMy Father Dreams of Ships
My father remembers ancient banyan trees. He sees ghosts in the tall temple grass, smells rain on abandoned sugar cane. He watches the ocean…
PoetryWrite a Poem to Yourself for Your Ninetieth Birthday
Compose it now, as a guarantee of surviving this turbulent age, take it out for reassurance when you need it most, like a fifth…
FictionEinstein Waters the Flowers on a Berlin Street in Late August, 1919
-after "Einstein’s Dreams" A man and woman walk hand in hand down the Grabenstrasse. The street is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. An aproned…
FictionCurtain Closed
I want to believe in reincarnation. Maybe it’s because my father told me, just before he died, that he didn’t believe in an afterlife, had…
PoetrySeeing My Donated Dress on Sale at Goodwill
Whose ribs will fill you now, black silk dress looking reproachfully at me from the half-price rack? I don't like your "look at me!"…
PoetryLook up from the pavement, won’t you?
It’s your ghost, no, it’s you— coatless in June rain on the longest day, walking with your arms crossed over your chest to keep…
PoetryCalendar on the wall throwing flowers
Pages are falling, and I’m always replacing. They never look just right. I’m haunted by red bougainvillea blooming along the King Kamehameha Highway so…
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