I Have a Rendezvous with Death

  When I was in seventh grade my mother and I moved. It wasn’t a huge move; just several blocks away. We did the big furniture moving two days before. I was thirteen. The past year I’d been bullied everyday at school. If it wasn’t boys saying how ugly I was, mean girls joined in…. [Keep Reading]

To a Terrorist

To a Terrorist by Stephen Dunn For the historical ache, the ache passed down which finds its circumstance and becomes the present ache, I offer this poem without hope, knowing there’s nothing, not even revenge, which alleviates a life like yours. I offer it as one might offer his father’s ashes to the wind, a… [Keep Reading]

Free Man in Paris

This is one of those times I simply don’t know what to say. There are things I can say: God, really? Really. Another attack? On all days, Friday the 13th? If a fiction student tried that trick in a workshop, the teacher would say “Well, that’s a cliche.” I had to go to the library… [Keep Reading]

Elegy for The Storyteller

Sixteen years ago, I was asked to work temporarily at the Lafayette Library. One of the clerks had cancer and had to take several months off for medical leave. I said yes. I needed a change. It was becoming apparent that I was going to leave the library soon. It was just a matter of… [Keep Reading]

Oh, The Water

  I opened the  front door and smelled rain. I breathed in the smell. Oh, rain. In California, rain has become so rare. I have a pair of rain boots I bought a year and a half ago. I’ve worn them a dozen times since then. In the new city where I live, the drought… [Keep Reading]