Kim!

Rain didn’t stop the rush of movement downtown, where Sam’s Café never closed and the “Kim!” store sold stuff no … More

Cabin all those days back

This is where she lived those early days, when the flowers bloomed fresh and large.

Hewey brought out the old guitar Saturday nights, when the crickets sparked into song and the kids curled up in … More

The street noise at my window was a constant reminder that just beyond the glass lay a city of colors.

In another world, they called them young ladies. Here they’re called rascals.

She moved with fabric-free blue gentility, this noble soul — and her eyes reflected mine.

Those were my sassy days, when I ran free and spoke a thousand languages.

I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we … More

The children wore their Sunday best to the market, for it was a special day. They would be meeting their … More

No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.

No matter how hard the day or heavy the burden, she wore that coat with pride.

That night I rode fast and clear, searching for a person I’d never met.