Hanoi to Hoi An

Ian

The pace of life is pretty slow in Hoi An.  I think that’s why I like it so much. Waking up to birds chirping in the rice fields instead of cars honking in a concrete sprawl.  Taking daily bike rides along the river that never had an ending in...

Do Angels Have Names?

There is a fleeting instant in time that all of us experience every single day. It is as normal and routine as breathing. But, without forewarning, it can often be much more electrifying. I am talking about the exact moment of our first consciousness as we awake.   Many times...

Dancing with Fury

Dancing with Fury Feathered friends twirl in frothy foam, Lifting their legs to the beat of the wave. Struggling to halt a turbulent sea From ruining delicate slippers. They peck and probe with frenetic haste Feasting on insects, crabs, treats. Impulsive surf delivering, snatching away a gourmet buffet. Darkness...

Poetry

When we were moving I came across a poem I wrote in fourth grade that my mom had saved. A few weeks ago, the writer’s club that dad belongs to was having a contest for poems and short stories. I decided to take the old 4th grade poem theme...