Poetry: The Gift by Li-Young Lee
To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Observation: The Motorcyclists
Late afternoon under a bridge in Queens, New York City, the traffic light is red. Left, right, then left again, I looked to cross the one way street.…
Football Fever: Let’s Hear it for BRAZIL!
If you are following the FIFA World Cup, you know that Ghana is out, and so is every other African country, and so is the USA. Honestly, I…
Observation: The Trees at Section Three
The route from the subway entrance to my door entrance, I have divided into seven sections. At Section Three——or Five if I am on my way home, rather…
Summer Diary: A Beautiful Summer Day
Yesterday was a charm. The afternoon was very breezy and beautiful. I had to go to the post office, and after that I went and got some forbidden…