Communion                      By Patsy S. Saiki            It was quiet, deathly quiet, and that was strange, for Morio Tamura's life had always been full of sounds. There had been the crickets and cicadas on the Tamura farm in Japan, and the rustle of canefields and harsh commands of foremen on the sugar plantation on Hawaii….

The Shrine                     by Jody Manabe                                                             I speak of him, father, because he is                                                             There with his hands in his pockets, in the end                                                             Of the garden listening to the turning                                                             Wheel that is not there, but it is the world,                                                             Father, that I do not understand.                                                                                                                                   – W.S. Merwin                                                                                                                                    “On the Subject of Poetry”…