The fierce love I feel for you is like rolling thunder building a rain and dust storm on a hot summer evening.

I can’t remember wakening to the sound of birds before, ever. It was a minor surprise that the already warm tropical sun hadn’t done it earlier, or, as I slowly…

“Which one is Mother? How you know das her name? Long time ago get all kine rules: who can go graveyard, who no can. Depend on how old you stay….

Propped up against the headboard She calmly smoothes the cotton sheet With knarled arthritic fingers, Examining the faded flower pattern. In lucid moments she tells me that I look so…

Penning “2018” on my water bill payment, I realize it’s been fifty years, a full half-century. If not now, when? That novel of social and personal revolution, summer 1968. Better…

I approach the medical receptionist’s desk with my 84-year-old mother. We are at her primary care doctor’s office, on the third floor of the medical group’s building. She’s scheduled for…

Everybody like fo walk around Chinatown on New Year’s Day, no mo nothing fo do, no mo money. Dey like go stand outside da window, watch da cook chop char…

Winter Winter comes when a woman goes cold on you when the butterfly leaves your hand and when the hummingbird no longer stands still and when nothing rests on a…