All That’s Left
I stand alone, rooted in place like the boulders strewn across the barren landscape fronting the gate. Chosen. No, selected as the last one willing to face the coming barrage,… Read More »All That’s Left
I stand alone, rooted in place like the boulders strewn across the barren landscape fronting the gate. Chosen. No, selected as the last one willing to face the coming barrage,… Read More »All That’s Left
I look over my shoulder at the trail heavily trodden and the narrow strip of grass I’ve tended, like a road reaching back to another life. A road winding between… Read More »Another Life
In the span of time that flew by in the blink of an eye, 26 years had passed since Johnny left his hometown. It was 27 since he had married… Read More »The Blue Chevy
The bowl lay broken in several pieces AgainContent splayed across the floorIn the fall Filled and refilled to overflowing AgainThere’s no wonder it slippedFrom my hands Each part is gathered… Read More »The Kintsugi Bowl
A week after the funeral, Chris and Sam sat waiting in their deceased Uncle’s office waiting for the attorney to begin. Typical for John Drury, the contents of his will… Read More »We All Get What We Deserve
I don’t want to be Asian today, with all the baggage and associated stigmas and stereotypes that go along with it. I don’t need the pressure to belong to a… Read More »Don’t Label Me
In my travels through Japan, among the most amazing stories I heard was one of a farmer from Miyazaki. Katsuo was his name, and he grew some of the most… Read More »Suzuran
A cascading combination of critically cringeworthy consonants The result of a mind full of phrases in intricate mazes Pulsing frantically in the sultry fields of fever Where customs insist… Read More »You Had To Be There
It is late afternoon and you stop to wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Leaning the shovel against a boulder, you look across the… Read More »On the Side of the Road
I set off once more with theWeary road winding behind meLittered with the dry leaves of fallSome loose, some piledMost choose flight in the wind It was a sudden stormThat… Read More »Refuge from the Storm