Those who sing by the sea draw a breeze that lifts white wings of foam from the deep When Evangelia…
darkness swallows what is vast white foam of tide’s edge a spectre a muffled surf he stands at the railing…
A third generation Japanese-American whose Fresno roots went back to the beginning of the 20th century, Lawson and his family…
When the river rose that year, we were beside it and ourselves with fear; not that it would do anything…
sometimes we think we are gods that we know everything that in our wakeful moments we are creating universes even…
Peter Sears, a graduate of Yale and the Iowa Writers Workshop, has taught at Reed College in Portland, Oregon, and…
During the war, I wanted to be a fighter pilot, but I would probably have crashed and be captured and…
Sister Arnoldine lent me her book for a science project said keep it as long as you like --the mechanics…