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The young immigration officer looked at the onslaught of impatient
travelers marching toward his tiny glass booth. He moved uneasily in his seat
and..
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The trader tore the dead skin mask off his face, and threw it away
with disgust. His nostrils flared like the sails of a boat as he took a few
deep ..
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“Halt!”
The guards at the gate spoke in perfect
synchronicity. The man obeyed the soldiers’ command, and brought the heavy c..
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having
found a safe harbor at last
some driftwood sits on the shelf quietly
crashing waves bathed it on jagged, rocky shores
a merciless su..
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I
Each
heart was a tiny drum echoing, answering the rhythmic throb of spring that
vibrated in the air. Giddy feet glided, skipped, danced alo..
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Morning rush-hour traffic is a sad source of inspiration.
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“Mr. DiLosa, you are charged with…” the detective started, but the man handcuffed and
chained to a stainless steel table in the mi..
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“I’d like a box of flesh-colored Band-aids for wounds that never
heal,” I say to the pharmacist standing behind the counter. I&rsqu..
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Youth took me by the hand and,
With faces flushed red, we ran.
Soon, all too soon, we came
To a solemn gate where
All travelers were stop..
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I used to want to believe, or
Rather wished, that Truth
Was magnificent Light,
Impossible to behold, but
Possible to be touched by.
I ..
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