Getting Ready

Outside in the schoolyard I hear the bell that ends the half-hour lunch but westward winds seem to shape the stones in bright sunlight. Two sparrows flip a yogurt lid […]

Night Game

For the first three innings he called the game wrong. The outside balls he called strikes, the upper letters too he called good, and the parents heckled from the aluminum […]

Escape from L.A.

We left the San Fernando Valley at midnight, my 10-year-old, 1951 soy-bean black Mercury fat with eight- track tapes and cigarettes. We downshifted to struggle up the winding 5 towards […]


I saw the poem in the rearview mirror. It flashed in the nighttime light, at first as a white wall, but, then, pursued as a Ford Econoline van, flashing out […]