Small-eyed, small-eared, a mole perched like an ace of spades on one eyelid, a mastoid-depressed void behind one of those ears, pale of...

In grade school we'd stare at the clock, the minute hand marching relentlessly, indifferent to our questions: How could a minute last so...

Pear drops of happiness hang: are sugared lanterns of night dripping nectar sweetness - a honeybee’s glowing warmth awaits each...

1 We drove from Harlem to Vermont in silence. My sister Jodie sat next to me in the backseat, reading when the sun was out and sleeping...

Just like our house in Saigon there is a table and a mirror by the front door. For a mirror facing the door would reflect all the good...