Dad and Mom in the front, the three of us kids in the back, hot and cranky in the desert heat we’re driving from South Dakota to Pasadena to see our relatives who stayed in California after they returned from the camps in Arizona at the end of the second[…]

afternoon light from the window illuminating the Japanese faces in the photos we’d placed on the table in his room the day he was brought here he hadn’t opened his eyes so he never noticed them and if he had, he wouldn’t have said anything because he’d stopped talking a[…]

ginko leaves float down in a place I never dreamt her words make it real        

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun in the fierce rays of noon, which mercilessly beat it was ours, this sun, we saw nothing behind the gold embroidery the body that hoped to flower like a branch everything passed, the goblet of summer yet how much room for[…]

thinking about him no anger, just emptiness who were you, who knows?

the manatee, swimming slowly and thoughtfully, as heads of iceberg lettuce float gently down eating his green lunch slowly and thoughtfully, his peaceful life   Butterball, an Amazonian manatee, was rescued from a fish market in Colombia by a Steinhart trustee in 1967. Butterball was a calf, with an infected harpoon[…]