. Once upon a time —When was it? Ah, when was it not!— there was a young man who roamed the world making his living with stories and songs. ...

. I’m invited to come and visit Japan. Everything, no doubt, will be taken care of. Still, I never travel by air, drive on the autobahn or b...

The old wind chimes, that had emerged from the melting snow in spring and ever since held a place nearer to the house by the trellis, I foun...

. One gust of wind and the ginkgo trees along the road scatter their leaves: golden birds, golden hearts against this azure sky. I snatch on...

. The grey bundle, that I struggle not to get jostled against, moves doggedly down the shopping mile. Just in time I manage to step aside, t...

. On the first day of summer, on the calendar’s first day, my little girl fetched me a withered leaf. "What about summer?" I read ...

For as long as I’ve been lining up at the Turkish deli stand, I haven’t seen the old lady across the aisle serve customers. On a folding tab...

. This isn't some fancy sleight of hand, is it? The walls of the stuffy room I lurch across in my dream are falling apart in a whirl of ...

. I can't recall her face or the way she was dressed, but this much I know for certain: I watched a bag lady push her shopping cart alon...

. I've discovered something that makes it easier for me to run my errands on busy Saturdays: of late there's been a flower lady in a...