Memoirs of a Stink Bug Shenandoah, forthcoming. My ancestors did not choose to come here from China.
In Noise, Feeling Missouri Review, forthcoming Lying on the ground takes me back in evolutionary time. My brain forgets all that is recent. My ears forget how to hear.
The Tree with a Thousand Faces About Place, October 2019, nominated for a 2020 Pushcart Prize To clear millions of acres of longleaf pine was a Herculean effort, a battle between foes equally determined. One sent roots down so deep no man could dig them out. The other used every tool available, including the blood and sweat of slaves.
When Pittsburgh Comes Tumbling Down South Carolina Review, Spring 2018 Ailanthus altissima: “no tree has been at once the subject of so much undeserved praise and of such ignorant and foolish abuse.”
The River Where I Came from, the River Where I’m Going Puerto del Sol, December 2017 The river and I both lived in the city, traversed it, dug into it. We both spent years of our lives trammelled by Los Angeles power brokers. We both emerged bearing scars from the journey. This is our story.
Years of the Ox Kartika Review, Fall 2009, nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2010 My grandfather’s first language was Chinese, but the kindergarten teachers at Pahoa Grammar School smacked it out of him with their rulers.