I cross an arched bridge over a pond to reach Kurimoto Garden’s bell gazebo. It’s there I’ll escape the hot sun and the noisy crowd. Sitting...

The excitement of sitting under the desks has begun to wane. "Quit shoving," someone complains. Muffled giggles. "Can I get a...

Every season my father changes the color of mom’s place mat, but our monthly dinners are always the same. We sit in the kitchen not far from...

this is my new beautiful neighbourhood hilly with roads that follow the contour of the land that climb descend and scramble down to the wate...

The recipe, Ida says, goes like this: You first talk to the goats and pat their udders coaxing out flavors only goats know about. And you mu...

Deep evening. I pretend it’s the wind flowing through the shed’s saw-tooth roof rather than her raspy voice. She’s nagging. This time for hi...

Eratosthenes, a Greek astronomer, determined that the earth was a sphere and calculated its rough circumference in the third century BC. By ...

The old mahogany chest of drawers responds to the lemon oil-soaked scrap of flannel. Stroke by stroke the wood surrenders its grime, restori...

. verbatim ……………………….. word for word vox Dei vivat ………………….. the voice of God lives vis vitae …………………………. an energy (a living force) via, ve...

. There wasn’t much that could be said that hasn’t been said, he said. She said, What should have been said wasn’t said. I said what I thoug...

doctors and patients, we’re all dying— this afternoon I’ve lain in bed thinking of a world without us the nurse shaves me in places not shor...

. Call for Submissions . Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose . Issue 1. Summer 2009 . You are invited to submit haibun and tanka prose for the ...

Surprising how a little windfall can change things. Five years of walking the walk can soon become a stagger. Not that I am complaining, for...

. The Note-taking Habit Assistant Editor: Patricia Prime I have been turning the pages of a thick octavo notebook tied with rubber bands and...

I have a friend write a note in Chinese explaining that eight days ago I had hernia surgery and the stitches need to be removed. Rather than...

. 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 assess the shadows beneath her eyes, evident since the first day of this semester. The sandy blonde pelt of her head is as matted as the t...

… another year .... yet still green ............................ —the ginkgo leaves ..... fall from my notebook … *** 24.10.97: Kew. A morn...

. A chill in the air, a slowing down, the gradual browning of the earth, but first, there is a party, a celebration, a carnival, complete wi...

I hear her voice from time to time on the answering service—a call directed to our daughter. Like a remembered song, her rhythms and tone mi...

Tired. That’s after hoisting her portly 33-pound red and white basset hound puppy up the 13-step flight. The Brute sprained his right front ...

Packing for a trip to Thailand to celebrate my wife's 50th birthday, I come across my late brother's swimsuit. I've had it for a...

The county road peters out in the parking lot of a lobster pound but the land keeps going, jutting into the bay. To get to the summer cottag...

The Tanka Prose Anthology . Edited with an Introduction by Jeffrey Woodward. Baltimore, MD: Modern English Tanka Press, 2008. ISBN: 978-0-98...

. A day when I pack a sandwich, sit on the beach—a day in which I hypostatize God in a flash of lightning, too far off for sound; in a woma...