“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the sea waves disturbeth him not. He raises his head like a..

It was made of aluminum, I suppose or some other metal. It was shiny and steel colored and had my father’s other name, the European..

An essay by Joshua Weinstein   Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell..

“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech..

I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock..

The family came to visit the house one warm Sunday, early May, the April rain lingering in parks, on sidewalks, in the cloudy skies. The..

Note:  The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in..

The date was 27 June. Or it may have been 28th. I’m not sure. But this took place at a time when I was still..

When he told her that Dr. Kahn said he had skin cancer because over the years he had refused to wear a hat, sat too..

Every day, before I begin my rounds, I stop at our home’s shrine to Zheng He, the one whose voyages over 300 years ago started..

I’m not sure why I didn’t tell Grandma about the girl sleeping in our fruit grove. It was around midday when I found her. The..

Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato..

I haven’t really done much. The least I can do is write this down while I can. I was a lazy redhead – the sloth..

When I was a child, I saw my father as the Indian Jimmy Dean. He was a young god.  That’s why my mother married him.  ..

In an armchair at the center of a Starbucks, nearly hidden by its arms, a young boy reads, perplexed but concentrating hard: Once upon a..

My destination was about 30 miles from Reno-Tahoe International Airport. I drove along I-580, to US-395 S., to US-50 and took exit 39 and as GPS..

Things were moving too slowly.  By September, there ought at least to have been a back and a front.  Sprouts of sleeves.  But her mother..

I never chose to be a writer: it chose me.  I’ve even tried to rid myself of it for good reasons, financial and protectively egoistic,..

Haunting eyes on the front page of the Sunday Chronicle stared back at Angelo so darkly that he held his breath. He removed his glasses,..

On Thursdays, because he got home past midnight, Yadav wouldn’t sound the car horn. He’d wait outside and flick the headlights on and off. If..