. Today in the North Georgia mountains the sun’s straight up, school’s out—boarded-up shops and broken soda machines, filling stations with...

. The sky is filled with terns tonight, their red bills arrowing down into the water. Fishing boats wend their way home to the harbor, whil...

. My fiancé kept a hand printing press in his bedroom. He was a printer by trade and bought the press to make extra money. Two nights a week...

. It’s suddenly evening as you slip out of the bright afternoon and into the bamboo’s dark, luxuriant corridors. With so little light reac...

. at noon it rises out of thin air and glides from afar into the garden . through the valley wind sifts pollen from the vessels of daylil...

. “Go West, young man!” —John B. Soule, Horace Greeley, Thomas Fuller and possibly others, ca. 1851. . The Midwest: My high school sweet-h...

. Winter school holidays—my two great-grandsons are in town to stay with their Daddy. I take them, as I do every year, to the movies. And t...

. On my arrival the remnants of a party: balloons on the veranda, a piece of chocolate cake in the pantry, birthday cards on the dresser an...

. Clusters of grapes are stenciled on a periwinkle watering can in my aunt’s kitchen. Two rusted hand pruners and the old rosewood harvesti...

. Cannery Row is shop-crazy. I skip the trinketry, chocolatery, and gadgetry, and then hop past the batikry, crotchetry, and towelry. A far...

. My husband is glancing through some travel guides when he says: ‘Listen, one of the must-do activities in Honningsvåg is a King Crab Safar...

. They create an aesthetically-pleasing, harmonious pattern. Neatly stacked columns. These wooden palettes are tethered tightly to the flatb...

. where wall meets ceiling a gossamer web on spackled plaster . O.K., first off, she wasn’t “Little,” they just called her that to be funny,...

“Neil!” she yells from the center of the playground, “Neil!” It’s late afternoon, almost dusk, the swing sets and slides are deserted, all t...

For a year before we found a house to rent near the army base, we stayed in a room in the enlisted men’s barracks. All our household goods w...

Butterflies and brioche, cinnamon raisin rolls and creamcheese Danish, hammentaschen and croissants, still in patient rows on pans behind th...

. travelling to work on the dew-washed morning by bus on the route I never take by car I recognise this house now comfortably nesting among ...

. oriental boxes of sesame seeds, wild rice, and mung beans behind the glass of wall-to-wall red lacquer cabinets . with Chinese red, minor ...

door open door closed no door wherever I am says Kabir an entry point but I can’t get a handle on it turning this way turning that until tur...

Dad had taken me to have my hair cut short. “He keeps trying to look like a Beatle,” he told the chuckling barber. Afterwards, in the car, I...

The citadel dominates the town, now as in years past, giving the appearance of protection, if not the reality. The town’s a stony place, cat...

. Occasionally, one will launch across an open space, and bury itself in a crack or crevice. Quicker than the eye can see. Almost. But I se...

He tries to kill the flies before most customers arrive. You can hear the thwack, thwack, thwack as he chases a slow-moving fat one that’s o...

The campus is thick with mothers and nannies laden with cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls. Across the quad a woman sees me...

. MET Press is pleased to announce the publication of a new journal. The premiere issue of the biannual journal, Modern Haibun & Tanka P...