dedicated to the memory of the guy who died next to me, the night we talked about the Tractatus and Wittgenstein.   I. My post-traumatic stress disorder started at lift-off from Bien Hoa airfield, when the plane did a vertical climb to the top of our collectively held breaths before […]

I see your face more often now having more of your pictures in my screensaver folder. Your first picture, just after you popped out, shows you resting calmly, gift wrapped in a standard issue newborn cap — striped pink and blue, gender neutral some kind nurse had customized the beanie […]

An inch is an inch, an irrefutable rule. Purely logical, tautological, a statement that’s always true. Though what it means to be constant admits to degrees in ways a standard inch does not. And to not give an inch, to be steadfast, speaks not of distance, but of resistance. Inch […]

Poets! Poets everywhere! Let us join the cellist of Sarajevo Who in a moment clarity walked into the middle of the city square, set his cello in the midst of madness and played his heart out. Played into the open air his plea for sanity. I hear him pull his […]

Megan & Ida belong to an exclusive club consisting of only the two of them — The girls with the fish tattoos. Megan sports a golden koi swimming down her arm; a good luck charm. Ida has an orca whale where she can watch it until it washes away. Auntie […]

I wonder what Unni thinks when big sister is in the throes of a terrible-twos tantrum? Will she figure out why she is so stressed-out? Probably not, from her point of view it must be gas or bowel movement causing some discomfort needing a diaper change. or, hunger pangs which […]

Miss Ida will try you, this is certain. She learns the rules by bending them like an angler testing a fly rod. Tact she learns like the sailor sailing into the wind. She wants what she wants when she wants and wants to know why she can’t have it when […]

Krissy carries Unni in a body sling, a joey in a pouch. At three months she’s still nursing. Between feedings, Unni sleeps or sits comfortably under the canopy of her stroller. Her eyes shine like Vermeer’s Girl with the Pearl Earring, Blue bandanna, translucent skin, she turns to listen with […]

LA the end of July 2018   I love Ida’s eyes when the rains of injustice floods them, fills them to the brim where they waterfall from luxurious lashes to the down turned mouth of suffering the indignity of not having control of ones own body is plain to see. […]