First memory In Greek, truth is alethea. A for not, Lethe for the river of forgetting. True is not the…
Wing I walk, nineteen, car broken down on my first trip after moving to Nebraska, leaf cut from limb on…
A Journey into the Fog of the Living When I came to the place I needed to be, I waited.…
Before the Big Bang The rainy evening has sealed us with fluid wax of rain inside a taxicab along with…
Family History He came from Odessa. I remember his glass eye and someone said he was a horse thief or…
For the Simple Things Ramshackle rickety run-down near-ruin, Barely fit for the spiders and flies, But the roof is sound,…
I can’t think of Anything where once words poured out of my chest only the sound of isolation …
Redeye Outside my window: cities are flung like galaxies across the sky-dark earth. In the mirror of the wing, the…
From Iyana-Ipaja to Ado-Ekiti The bus stop at Iyana-Ipaja is an odor that breaks in through the door to our nostrils. The…
Sundai in Edo Katsushika Hokusai, picture #5 Birds bring mystery to music. Some men are working on the road. The…