A Sunday, September 2017 The Bowery where I landed 30 years ago is no more as it was. The memory tricks are real though. There was a spot where I brought you a few times, Rui, nearby here. We only passed by, stopped for a bench rest, and moved on. For me it’s a blue-bathed … More Two dollar hat. Old black stockings.
June 15 7 years to the day since Rui was abducted and taken to where the Japanese state would assert its sovereignty and claim jurisdiction over my son, unchallenged by any institution, regardless of international law, concern for children’s protection, or feelings of shared humanity. JJapan’s Fuji TV reported on Rui’s abduction in 2011, and … More Unlucky Seven
Sunday, June 19, 2016 I imagine (merely imagine) that if he could speak from this part of himself, it might sound something like this: “I have a father. Just like anyone, I have a father who loves me, who longs to care for me, and whose care I need; a person who is part of … More Transitional Objects
Hard Times There was a Camptown man who used to plow and singHe loved that mule and the mule loved himWhen the day got long as it does about nowI’d hear him singing to his muley cow Calling come on my sweet old girlI’d bet the whole damn worldThat we’re gonna make it yet to … More Hard Times, No More