My arms were enough when you were afraid, to save you from the big dog and his bite. Small hurts could be healed with sweet lemonade. I walked you to school and saw that you stayed, when fearful, comforted you through the night....
Read MoreJarred by the harsh sounds of English; she was confused by unknown smells and the touch of a new caretaker. Critically ill in the Korean orphanage, she had struggled, but now, in our home, her fevered cheeks had cooled. Some...
Read MoreThe Congo – Vachel Lindsay Drowsy Oregon drizzle fogs classroom windows as Arnold slinks to the back for a morning nap and Sandra’s crinoline leg-brushes the hot guy, as she sashays through the jungle of desks and giggles,...
Read MoreJoe has a penchant for disappearing. This makes the employees at the places he frequents in Roscommon uneasy. He has no family and is nearing his mid-eighties. More paranoid people fear he’s tripped over his monstrously furry...
Read MoreAs I sit in a café not far from home, A divided nation sharing one room. In a world that lets skin color define us, My heart grieves for those who would divide us. What I see are faces — unburdened by borders. What I hear are...
Read MoreWhat is honey? Ask young, ask old. What is honey, if not the bee’s gold? But honey is never something so simple. It is the full moon on an October night. The sudden blessing of empty space on a crowded flight. It is warm sand...
Read MoreThere comes a moment when even the strongest frame begins to confess. After enough pressure, enough hidden fractures, the beams begin to bow, the foundation shifts — first slightly, then all at once. You can brace the walls,...
Read MoreMona stood behind the linoleum-covered counter cutting the strawberry rhubarb pie into eight perfect wedges that reminded her of moist linen. It was yesterday’s pie and just beginning to shift its color from tired dusty rose to...
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