Korean Tacos
Te amo tambien, México. Mexicano, hermano, ya eres Coreano. Pero no más tequila, por favor. Tacos Coreanos, bueno. Way to go, South Korea!
Te amo tambien, México. Mexicano, hermano, ya eres Coreano. Pero no más tequila, por favor. Tacos Coreanos, bueno. Way to go, South Korea!
I would rather be read than seen, but delivering my poem on that stage to an audience serious about art and beauty was one of the most gratifying experiences of my life. I have watched my favorite poets online reading from their book at gatherings the way I’ve appreciated figure-skating on the Olympics channel. Very… Read More Sometimes They Love You, Sometimes They Don’t
JK, I wish I had the words and muscle to help bear your load. You have borne your distresses with such amazing grace. Caring for the elderly becomes much like the labor over young children and you are pressed on all fronts with little margin to tend to your own needs. Ariel Levy, staff writer… Read More When Life Doesn’t Cooperate
Congratulations: Your poem, Age, has earned Honorable Mention in the 2017 Steve Kowit International Poetry Contest. Your poem will be published in the next edition of the San Diego Poetry Annual, due out on March 1, 2018. A PDF of the annual will be available for free reading and downloading in February 2018 on our… Read More Age
It was an introductory class in the marketing of websites under a company I was with in 2003. Relatively new to Southern California, I drove beyond the comfort zone of my city past the county line to train with the specialist. Tall and thin, the man looked to be in his 30s and welcomed his… Read More #MeToo, Sex, and the Arts
So here you go, folks. Presenting…Mr. Wayfarer.
I can barely open the door before it throws itself in my face, rattling against its frame. I rein in my voice like I’m working a pulley and talk to the door. “I said hurry and eat, brush, and go to bed. I’m leaving the house.” I can’t help flipping the pitch at the tail:… Read More War and Peace
I will blog this. Am I going to get likes? Yep. I’m gonna be famous.
I wonder if she woke feeling any different that day, if she’d had any telltale dreams. We women have our sixth sense about things. But she probably had no inkling that it was her last dawn, at least on this earth. It was a sudden heart attack. Who did she greet on the way out… Read More Our Final Day and a Deal With God