Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,

Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,

When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it

He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.

I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

Niagara Falls her silver hair so long it bounces off the swan