Fiction
… meaning of “tennis clinics,” which I thought were hospitals for shoes. And so, as a result of my carelessness, it … dark-skinned students—many more than we would like. But no communists. The communists won’t continue on to the new … the chainsaws splitting the palm trees and the rumble of diesel engines now interfered with classroom performance, …
Poetry
… burning in your throat like whiskey. I’m talking about false starts, rankling feuds, and the insatiable need for …
… somewhat more varied than that most people have. You will come to understand that all people desire freedom, though … inclined to. Some people will risk their lives for, even die, for an idea of freedom. A few people even strive for … way of speaking, though he was passionate when making his points. He told me how he had left his teaching job in New …
… At the right time I’d say I was sorry his father had died. It was certain my father wouldn’t be there, but I still ran my eyes over the platform. He knew I was coming. So did my brother Billy, but on Friday night Billy … asked the driver. I didn’t answer. There were silver points of fear in his eyes. And he spoke no more. My …
Poetry
… In California, the drought whispers to the water: Come back. The San Andreas Fault creases like the fate line … drinking coffee, opening her laptop and searching the same websites for a job. I imagine her boiling sweet … Those days, my mother said she wanted to die. The words always under her breath but …
Essays
… obligated to give between a tenth and a third of their income to charity. Although I’m not usually a fan of Singer’s … year ago, and I resolved to give five percent of my 2009 income to charity. (Singer didn’t specify what those of us in … (Can you tell I’ve been reading a lot of nonprofits’s websites recently?) The list included Trees for Life , an …