Something about my being in darkness, in deep quiet, translucent petals of plum trees on the pavement, rotating like a planet troubled by gravity shifting from one edge to the
My great aunt with cloudy cataract eyes came to our house and changed rectangles of paper into something else. Snip. Snip. Snip with scissors from our sewing box. She unfolded
One day at lunch-time in San Francisco’s financial district, my co-worker pulled a book from one of the stalls along the Embarcadero and handed it to me. He said, “You
When someone invites you to the 37th America’s World Cup, there’s little reason to hesitate. It’s the oldest international sports trophy competition operating since 1851. The race was being held
Life is filled with change– so here’s the update about my rescheduled event at the Rockridge Branch Library. I’ll be in conversation with Tarshel Beards about my recently released novel, Pulp
I dodged shreds of big-rig tires melting at the edge of the freeway and fire lilies, their pistil carousels can make you vomit if you eat them, but why would