One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ...  [+]

In the morning night
When streetlight shadows
Scramble rat-ways
Under parked cars
And ...  [+]

Flocks in flight,
Murmurations
Of rippling ribbons
Against rain-full skies
Above the ...  [+]

I ignored him until he throttled down. That was not normal.

It was a pleasant night, but an hour after curfew. City lights from Saigon to the east turned the dark a velvety purple, and the sweet ...  [+]

They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligator Swamp, ...  [+]

She didn't think herself a racist. She'd had black school friends, worked with black women at the restaurant, and watched Oprah daily.

But when her seven-year-old, white daughter brought home a ...  [+]

I have seen you, shell-shocked city,
Shimmer in the parachute flares
The day's dust and exhaust ...  [+]

I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.
Pant ...  [+]